"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Monday, May 30, 2011

Speak Softly.

Sharp whispers
Pierce my
Ears.
All you
Know is

Soft
Overlay, gradients
Falling over
Tones of
Lithe, hushed
Youth.
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  1. Human ParadoxMay 31, 2011 at 8:51 PM

    Very cool! Good one JB. I'll keep this one in the favorites.

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