If silence will hover around these walls and if death will snatch me from you...
These walls will talk..and the mark will still live on...
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Four Walls of Waltz
From now on, my walls will speak your name. It will whisper your wholeness through its own imagery. The hue of every corner of these walls will speak the love we share. The wall will always be our witness to each detail we're going to deal with. Each day, it will make a mark that will symbolize our oneness. It will sketch an image to serve as a reminder that we are ONE. The paint will fade and the texture will be withered by time but it will leave a mark..an insignia that will be tattooed in our minds.It will live until our last breath...
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beautiful...the last sentences gave me shivers...i have 2 suggestions though...1, "through its own images" instead of "imagery"...2, should be "to each detail we have to contend with"...the word "deal" is bussiness-like which should not be in the language of love...i hope i am not dampening your spirit by my comments...maybe i misunderstood what you want to put through, but you've got the talent...keep on writing...
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