The ends of my Cimmerian hair tint shades of tawny auburn in this aestival light. I flick away the residue of fore times bane and step forward, arms held so utterly high; poised tips stroking an endless reverie. My heart bounds: I am sanguine and sedated, this day.
I must say that i truly love your poetry, the choice of words is absolutely, right, and the photographs which you have used tie in beautifuly.
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