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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 10:56 am
Leone
Leone is pale almost flower white. Her eyes are harvest moon yellow. Leone's fingernails are so white and clear Such as the diamonds made from our mother Earth. Her mind is so brilliant that it makes The most genius scientists doubt themselves. Leone's grace and elegants make her flow Upon floor and floor as she walks. Leone knows all but yet speaks nothing In her silence a million words could be said at once. She makes it impossible for her to be human. I have doubts already. The only thing that I can come close To comparing her with is a flower maiden. Made of a lily white flower. That blooms from the light of the red moon. Her snow frosted hair blows through a sea of colors As it flows down her back. The glimmer of her hair and eyes remind me of a sun kissed ocean. Her lips are like fire red rubies burning in the pits of hell. The flower maiden of unspeakable brevity is my cat. This is what I see in her everyday as I look into her eyes.
Days walking by, Night Sky showing. Lovely white moon. The moon may be the Shadow in the earth we dont know
Is shadow friend or foe? Enemy or ally? Shadows dont show their Faces yet we know its us so what are we? This Is our unknown darkness that haunts us for life.
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