Wednesday, 7 August 2013

What are you?


With these eyes, on your way, are senses of wonder that devour my lucidity; and when fortune swifts yours to mine, I dive into a seraphic stupor just every time. Hence must I learn to reckon with witchery and white magic, in demigods and fairies.  

You have a pair of spherical amulets for seeing, a potpourri of lilacs for kissing. I hate to trip when your glimpse hits my ground, so within, I raise my arms sideward to hold my balance. Even deities will fall. Good heavens, spare the Moon.

What...

Are...

You?
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