By Scott Bailey © 2013
Green grass allures
On the other side
Reflects in green
In my eyes longing
But the green is not the grass
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IF YOUR CRIMSON HEART HAS CRACKS INSIDE, LET THE PRIMROSE SUN SHINE THROUGH.
Embark on a Journey around the Cosmos
I'm a writer who works, as I need to be fed and sleep in a bed!
Posts about old Hollywood, current concerns
Dusk & Resurrection
El Mundo Visible es Sólo un Pretexto
Poetry, Nature, Dark