Saturday, September 3, 2011

Queen Of Ice Comments

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'Oh, thankfully', murmured I, I see your face,
Lighten beneath the moon. Your parish skin
Like a white rose: your swoon, your wakening,
All dreams of my winter sleep; but I, can see now.
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Deniz Atay
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