Dark Poetry #4 |
The light within |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
there she drew her eyes, corralled the morning sight, and left the seeing to be her tool of craft. The leather on the notebook, steered her eyes, and veered her vision for the beauty of light. The fighting of her hands, to the hair facing the windows eyes, she believed the statement of desire. She wrote, she danced, she sailed through the evening with wings swaying to the east. Tall as her talent revealed, she captured pink, when black was the cover. To be inside herself, she slept on clouds, soaking masterfully in front of her castle. The time was perfect, as she carried swiftly, never seeing its end. Leathers of beginning, smiles are the lead to her enchatement. |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
it sounds as you if write of a princess. this is interesting, and captivating. |
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