"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured, With your brightness, And the words you whispered to me, Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain. Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell
NOW you're going to make me cry....
Wah, I'm sorry. T.THonestly, I don't want to make anyone cry. But I feel as if this is all...crazy. Really crazy. XD So I thought-How Far? How far will this go?And then there came the post, and the poem! :D
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NOW you're going to make me cry....
Wah, I'm sorry. T.T
Honestly, I don't want to make anyone cry. But I feel as if this is all...crazy. Really crazy. XD So I thought-How Far? How far will this go?
And then there came the post, and the poem! :D
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