the oxymoron, by Jaime Subscribe to rss feed for Jaime

twas dawn upon a full lit sky
the snow covered day hotter than fire
the wind it blew so still across my face
the rain it started fall drying the ground
and the cold desert so full of grass

           to be contuned.
Posted: 2010-02-23 20:13:03 UTC

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