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Her
Contributed by
aliopterix
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Saturday, 22nd October 2011 @ 07:35:54 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Her
Her absence leaves a footprint in the air
Solace, contemplation whenever shes not there
Who is she in reality I know not.
Yet my soul burns and the id excites
When in my presence she ignites
The fires of being, of life, existence
Which in times gone by has truly died.
In confusion, pathos, the misanthrope tries
To reconcile the quandary of the moment
And the flames return, will not relent
As the symphony of her voice fills the void.
Blessed power on high I beseech thee
Your countenance and conference upon me
Wrest me from the tortures of my hesitancy.
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aliopterix
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2011-10-22 19:35:54]
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Re: Her
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by Robert_Edgar_Burns on
Sunday, 23rd October 2011 @ 12:38:47 AM AEST
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Great form and sentiment.
Enjoyable from my perspective
but begs me ask, Will she
return? Hopefully so!
Blessings,
Robert Edgar Burns |
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