Frost
06-02-2007, 05:32 AM
Warm glint of auburn light
catches under the golden latch
Worn letters
reflect in glazed irises
The chain slips between fingers
eager, burning to trace
the oval visage
Bitten lips press the words
into memory
-Frost
catches under the golden latch
Worn letters
reflect in glazed irises
The chain slips between fingers
eager, burning to trace
the oval visage
Bitten lips press the words
into memory
-Frost