Open Poetry #1 |
The Final Act |
wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
Robes of pure white can't hide the truth The secrets revealed in those hands They tell the tale of long lost youth In which illusions can't withstand Waving her hands deftly through autumn's air She has captured my heart and will not share A mime not one to trust in sight Peers through an unseen door to watch Her hands make life as doves take flight A silent curse to his fifth of scotch Her charm enthralls them just as she demands And no one will question those withered hands Enchanted place is but her stage I can see her eyes understand Though her body appears not age This final act has taken her hands I ponder on this long after we part She's traded her love for that in my heart |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Liked this much, Walt, so I'm sending it up to the top so everyone else can see it! God bless America, my home sweet home. |
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