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crimson.
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
on
Thursday, 4th March 2010 @ 12:51:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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my nights swell with Beethoven and your soft scent,
a quiet maelstrom
corroding filaments of dreams
abandoned for rebirth
in crimson moonlight.
the dawn cannot sing you.
you of the strange darkness that
remains rooted beneath
my bones,
breathing softly -
you of the dead gods that
rise in ruins,
the king of silence,
of winters forgotten,
i lay resplendent in this non-living
wrapped in your shadows arms,
bathing on the melting shores
of your eyes
like a worshiper in sacred waters.
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FleurdeSang
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2010-03-04 12:51:50]
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Re: crimson.
(User Rating: 1 )
by spud on
Thursday, 4th March 2010 @ 02:54:53 PM AEST
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Hi,
Exquisite! Could almost hear Beethoven behind
the vibrancy of your words.
A well composed piece of verse.
Tommy
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