"the painter paints the crimson sky, yet it is never as beautiful, as real, a red. but this poem is beyond the beauty of words, it expresses the beauty of the soul, the way nothing else can." Posted by diavolessa on "pre-dawn teenage horror-show (or) storm in a tea-cup" by Jonas
"how exaclty have I missed this? This is one of your burried treasures I guess, because it is a treasure indeed. {dia}" Posted by diavolessa on "b flat" by Jonas
