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A mute and sounding thunder
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Monday, 21st February 2005 @ 03:23:45 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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A thousand pages I have writ thy face upon,
A thousand more and still thy form eludes me.
I write:
Upon thy slender lips cast thy finest flower,
and thy flower upon thy kiss is wry and sour;
Still, thy frame is lost to me, the lock of feather
in thy hair, thine eyes thine own sky
thy sun a distant heather.
To complete thee, thy skin the honey of the moon,
thy hair the autumn harvest waiting for the snow,
I cannot know thine eyes downcast, thy laughter
fell asunder, I cannot know thy dreams, thy dreams
a mute and sounding thunder.
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iodinelove
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2005-02-21 03:23:45]
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Re: A mute and sounding thunder
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by Rhymingron on
Monday, 21st February 2005 @ 06:54:54 AM AEST
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