Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Dear Girl   Your tortured soul is a throne bird. Rise from drought opium field Seedless minefield gutless hulling clews  Bolted million wounds as your medallions Ennobled as a bird wings; free to fly Roar to the shining salutation for your courage  Wired codex of the boundless your nest Lushes south sea is for our consolidation. Towered old tales of ruined involuntary Wreckages ghost is the seer for your dawn As a dream -eater of nameless shores, where Dashing clouds mates with breasted shorelines Busting heart is broken, misty aching smile                                       Agonies are living cantatas, lined our fountains Yes let�s smile, bludgeon your pervading agonies Undulated sorrel lined your satin steps Laced tales of your splendid bravery Like a crazy little whore divine mad house  Swoops a meaningless hunting glory    Deceitful, defined land there is no streams Wind of  shelthered  selfish threads    Only sowing tainted seeds in a infertile land Angelic summer only strips dewfall sonatas Fold into beaten deadlock loveless memories   Nay, rest memories as the frill of fertilizer Someday your little breasts grow as full moon A hidden gift for a lover in a wild flowers field Your scars will be bloomed as wings of victor�s Who basted   to your wings to the  apocalypse?    Your frozen rope weaves inflamed sword As closed and confined your virgin land Shall we harvest your tell-able beauty? Bite your blood in your pearly lips Spat into the destitute your past nights Roar, with your inflamed wings   11/10/2007 www.starryhome.com/group/media/childbride.htm www.youngsunkimwalker.com/page11/index.html 3:42:19 PM