3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #1,591

A winters noon the sun burns pallid skin
As if its dawning one midsummers day
The spark in your eyes looks to speak win win
It hints at happiness at come what may
I covet your pursed lips and your great grin
My heart beats quicker when Im called okay
The world is wonderful the yang then yin
It would take hell to hate hot you away
Breath clouds by white moon wisps in winter night
Shroud some skinny figure one deadringer
They numb my pale fractured little finger
Its light pink heal mark frostbite blight rasped right
My wind burnt lips pout proud your lips earn
In shifting shadow soft eyes smiles discern
Chorus earn collect obtain