Wednesday, 14 January 2009

The real world

She woke to find a feather on her pillow, she laughed, she’d fallen for an angel....

and the maiden dressed in white silks felt the heat from her dragon lover healing the scars of her youth...

the pixie awoke to pose-balls strewn like discarded clothes around the room and the twinkle of particles still hanging in the air...

and the slave girl hurried back to her Master, his bed would be empty now, but his soul had been kissed...

the butterflies of the night
hid in the shrubs of daylight

these are tales from the real world

art pales in their light


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