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Write one about me
Contributed by
scott_milton
on
Monday, 12th May 2003 @ 10:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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Wash me away
to taste salt and sand of the strangest lights.
Give me breath and the grief of breath; the two
junctures came, will of thought and dissolved to bury
the slightest flicker of whim uncontrolled
(The sea gives change, pulls at the tried
expulsion’s of the moon
and gently kisses her…
…Convinced!
A season’s delight gives rise to
new plantlets and why our ill brought feeling
is minatorial?
Thanks for glistening out the marrow, praise for
waving upon my mortality and merit for chasing a deathless bloom.
So what is balance without ignorance? ________ ?
Sell me your directions to pleasantries, where the Sun
gave nature in her shadow and Man
allows air at her solid.
When we kiss,
I
throw wide my eyes
and look into
her
closed…
…No, apparently that never had a face.
Copyright ©
scott_milton
... [
2003-05-12 10:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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