Monday, March 29, 2010

Poetic phrase generator

Your marble words ice the tip of my tongue, melting like snowflakes like a dissapearing snake.

The night sky became like a room of silver, silken, sad, uncertain. As the light reflects of the sky, they catch more glitter that twinkle and shine.

As eyes stare endlessly towards the sky. my fill and keep life from spilling. Rain begins to crash all around, falling like stars and eagles soaring high.

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