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She is...
Contributed by
LaMaGrA
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Sunday, 17th August 2003 @ 03:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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She is the lady in the court of my heart
She is the pleasure when sadness comes to start
She is the shade that haunts beyond my feelings
She is the tormentor in my passion ceilings
She is the white rabbit that fooled the wicked fox
She is the mystic hero struggling in a box
She is the blind sculptor of my dead mind
She is the pure love that is hard to find
She is the singer playing on Death harp
She is the heavens far behind Life's warp
She is the raven watching me up close
She is the pit from which came up a rose
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Re: She is...
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by Katie-Kate on
Sunday, 17th August 2003 @ 04:22:19 AM AEST
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| A very beautiful poem - she appears to be so many things, all beautiful though. |
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Re: She is...
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by jaeann on
Sunday, 17th August 2003 @ 05:04:46 PM AEST
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tormentor in my ceiling passions.....
the white rabbit that fooled the wicked fox....
she is so much to you......revel in it.....
beautiful work..... |
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