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Anatomical Features
Contributed by
faddy
on
Friday, 18th April 2008 @ 12:36:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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"I know of this boy,"
my heart says to me
"that I'm certain will take us through skies."
Then my brain replies
"Let's let her decide,
she'll figure it out in good time."
So my eyes see this boy
and agree with this heart
that his face is that of the stars
and my mouth says these words,
most that I've never heard,
a language transposed into art.
And these hands, oh these hands!
whose tips scale those fingers,
those fingers that feel like they're clouds
And those clouds shade that face
whose mouth just can't say
what my poor, lonely ears wish they would.
Copyright ©
faddy
... [
2008-04-18 12:36:24] (Date/Time posted on
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