"I think I'm pretty fearless, if not for the single greatest fear of losing her. "
Lift the white veil
The stack of pale
Brown leaves that decorate
The hillside
Its hide
Caressed by invisible fingers
And a thousand invisible singers
That sing its song
Far out and along
The meandering stream
Like a serene dream
Of lush breasts
Imagined in those crests
with a thin trail
Leading to a frail
Gully through the snows
Where relentless wind blows
Into submission those
of iron will and a burnt nose.
Lift the white veil
The stack of pale
Brown leaves that decorate
The hillside
Its hide
Caressed by invisible fingers
And a thousand invisible singers
That sing its song
Far out and along
The meandering stream
Like a serene dream
Of lush breasts
Imagined in those crests
with a thin trail
Leading to a frail
Gully through the snows
Where relentless wind blows
Into submission those
of iron will and a burnt nose.
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