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My Deserted Parts
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My Deserted Parts |
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Laverne Pacquire Member
since 2009-11-15
Posts 96 |
Look into the whitest of my eyes Sadness tells me to respect this life Impression of beauty cunning The effect a gaze through windows haze stunning Play the painter's image not on a sullen face running A painful memory one I cannot erase and flung What I see - I know now hanging still My body wanting the death defying thrill Wrinkling to energy ghastly a thrill in my heart fills Time goes on and on to an end, then back to the start The form respectively a drawing in my hands – an art Smooth is the breeze that blows through my deserted parts See also: poetryandwatertogo.blogspot.com |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Laverne, there is a unique emptiness implied by this poem. I appreciated being able to read it. Thank you. |
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