The Shadows

Sat, 12/20/2014 - 13:02 -- Shree

The sun had blocked the rainbow, 

Thinking it would reveal the gold.

The ice had cleaned itslef out,

Thinking it would turn pure.

The crystal of the drop of snow,

Twinkles in the drakest moon.

You hold onto the last branch,

Thinking you would make it through...



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