in_omnia
17 July 2007 @ 06:19 pm
a pretty nothing
The sky is thunder-rent and my room is a box of prisms, sunlight merry through a hiss of hurried rain. The air is dampened clean, smelling of dust, pavement, grass, and above a rainbow tarries, her supple, shadowed sister already fading to stormcloud and mist.

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Prepare a Face: tranquil
Love Song: Mozart - Lacrymosa