Open Poetry #35 |
Glaze. |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Through clinging fog, i peer, searching. Gloom angel i feel you ever close, tantalising my electric senses, reaching cold wan hands to touch me, my soul, completely. Finger tips as five drops of icewater tears, trickled fridgid onto my lips, shivering me with sybaritic turpitude. Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. (William Shakespeare.) |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I'd like to say I understood this but honesty creeps in and I have a bit of trouble with it dave |
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