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Beauty
Contributed by
spiritbody
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Wednesday, 7th September 2011 @ 02:00:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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A pale yellow flame
Burns inside you
Showing the creases
Of your paper thin skin
And never it ceases
To hush darkness
Back to places
Where nothingness akin
I need not even know
The source of your beauty
Nothing surely can shine as bright
Your reflection, though peircing
As it dances on a wave
Pales to the sight of its creator
A slave, a master and a triator therein
If ever you should speak
Even the birds would hush their beak
A silence in the birdsong
For tales of how many golden corn feilds
You have over shone
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spiritbody
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2011-09-07 14:00:34] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Beauty
(User Rating: 1 ) by Deidra_Carmichael on
Wednesday, 7th September 2011 @ 02:59:43 PM AEST (User
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Although you may feel this wonderful poem is unfinished I believe it is a finished story in itself. To ke it describes the beauty of the sun. Correct me if I'm wrong but that's my interpretation. Take care and God bless,
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