TWo the slow poison of our love.Aith the sand bearing witness,
Is my long searching eyes allow,
B lay still and as sane,
By moon and by sun,
Trimming out from within.
Wrying to soothe the troubles,
Iith the waves caressing my feet,
C await by the beach,
ounting on your arrival,
THagging monium, -no-another-idea, , and anyone else who wants to do this! :DTere's an excerpt from Like Snow on Hungry Graves:
hanks for tagging me, ! :D