Open Poetry #46 |
Darkness |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
What grace is this that flows beneath the troubled waters of my heart, the rapids turn harsh with memories of your tender words thrown astray capturing a wanting soul that was such easy prey. Your eyes could send me to the stars as with your caress upon my skin then gently lay me down to a fitful sleep as you led me to the rocky shore. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yes, do beware of those kinds of hunters good write |
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