Open Poetry #38 |
Ascension |
nate92488 New Member
since 2006-05-28
Posts 6 |
She is that of perfection, Enticing the mind and eye Causing a state of deep affection That almost makes me cry For I fear of that terrible day When my eyes no longer view Those lovely locks of a crimson hue And my soul is in dismay. For I am cursed with my timidity With no way to overcome This constant state of morbidity To which I must not succumb. Yet I remember that someday I'll find amenity Rectify this despondency, And find my true identity. Put an end to this deficiency And no longer will I remain bleak, But instead ascend to the highest peak. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
nate92488 Again enjoyed the read. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
nice imagery enjoyed |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"She is that of perfection, Enticing the mind and eye Causing a state of deep affection That almost makes me cry" how sweet! |
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