Eyes as dark as a Raven,
And a heart of Splendid Gold.
God's wrath speaks from her lips.
Oh! What grace my lover beholds.
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rhythm of the soul
RandomCollective of short poems and quotes, scribbled by the higher-self. High hopes come with no credence " The world can be healed with love and herb" My hippie fellas, shine bright, just the way you are. Change; not the slightest bit. Paradise will...
mylover
Eyes as dark as a Raven,
And a heart of Splendid Gold.
God's wrath speaks from her lips.
Oh! What grace my lover beholds.
