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The implication.
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Thursday, 11th June 2009 @ 05:31:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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The eyes of angels sing you, in the fits of fever dreams, my heart perceives you, and you are the tinder of the fire of my soul, the surge of sadness sieving the condemnation of my soul.
You are a beauty unspoken in centuries, an ill formed rose unfolding at the dawn of a tearful rise in the half light of a rain drenched moon, untouched by those who might draw you from your place and place you in the coffers of their love.
You are the shadows at the dusk of the darkest night, the waves across the sea at siege against itself; you are the rumbling beat of a new heart opening itself to the naivety of love, unafraid to fall from the heights of heaven, unafraid of heartbreak.
Your beauty is irresolute, finding the softness of water in collapse and in ascent, the winds of the storm. You are the midnight plane, the stars above; you are the shadows of the moonlight, black and silver threads of moonlight slithering between the stars above.
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Re: The implication.
(User Rating: 1 ) by redsleeve on
Thursday, 11th June 2009 @ 06:29:24 PM AEST (User
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great writing. awesome metaphors in this poem, i really enjoyed the read. thanks for sharing
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