"Unfinished"
Burning, yearning for the song,sound is lifting, shifting down.
All harmonics; poison strong,
I, who wear a siren's crown.
Hesitant is my contata,
trapped in fragile stone.
Blood that is etched stigmata,
sings for His, alone...
"Unfinished"
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- mysterianne
- is proud of Airman Derek; my son
sound is lifting, shifting down.
All harmonics; poison strong,
I, who wear a siren's crown.
Hesitant is my contata,
trapped in fragile stone.
Blood that is etched stigmata,
sings for His, alone...
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Phission commented on "Unfinished"
02-04-2012
- freakin' gorgeous. bravo and kudos to your gifts ! 10
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