Monday, June 6, 2011


blanche / white 2
Picture kindly provided by OliBac

Voice of an Angel
Heart of a Saint
Its hard not to be hit by the arrows of love
The arrows don't have a sharp point at the end, but a white rose
They lock on to you like self guided missiles
There is no where you can hide!
They penetrate deep into your soul
Leaving a mark in your heart forever
That touches your naked soul with bitter sweet tenderness
Thank you Snatam for your gifts of peace to the world

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