These words are a sin In this sacred silence With the cool Gentle night Flowing against my bared skin- Softness, sweetness, sighing soundless. This night is a sin Blasphemy against him The harsh, bright Golden sun Lances cruelly through the sky- Strengthless, heartless, dreadful coldness. This song is a sin Weaving through the loving Weaving through The wonder of Nightsilk currents of silence- Darkness, blackness, sieze the night.
More..Sarah Armor
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