Terra
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Vanzetti Vinchi
Jun 23, 2010
So exsquisite I admire like a poem in a jade stone,
Etched are my cries... into the flesh of it's jade tone,
Ever last exquisite... the intracacies of my love,
Bullions of silver or the moon couldn't match my love,
prerequisites of growing is a dark time through the dirt,
Truly we're unknowing... only knowing that we're wanting love,
Surrounded yet so lonely... in a pasture called broken promise,
Willow trees wither round me... and though their not I know their crying,
A melancholy night inside a heart,
Poem etched in jade stone,
Dear Destiny my sweetheart... I black rose pasture roam.
Vanzetti
thanks for putting me on. Make me one of your station favorites. I don't post adds, I say listen to this. Hope you like and thanx for the friendship. thats what makes this whole thing work..