Tuesday, January 1, 2008

(TPS) Velvet

She stood on on a hill,gown flowing around her. Draped in red and
brown.One hand poised toward the sky, the other down by her side. Her
eye's looking up towards the heavens above. Her lips parted as she
sung. Her voice beyond all what is imagined. Velvet and smooth her
song she sings to you.

Let go of what this world rules you by, and let your heart take over
your eye's. See and hear what is really here. And your body and mind
will know true cheer. As with that she disappears.

Red and brown gown gone as with the same as the years.

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