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Beside the River Styx I waited,
while my mind contemplated. -
Playful invitation caresses lips,
but still eyes reflect-- -
Innocence sits
on twisted vines -
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There’s a window hanging--
in my room, -
I heard the orchids murmur--
beneath a ceiling of blue, -
Lips frame youth--
with impish grin, -
I taught you history
while you revealed the future -
Why does this blossom linger so, with its scent of sweetest rose?
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there was sex
and sweetest sweat -
Burnished copper adorned mornings and sunsets--
amid fields of silken bounty; -
she wore that same faded yellow
the cloak of October I called it -
the stairway of sobriety
has too narrow a view21 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 12 10:55 AM 2008. In Thoughts
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casting an ominous glow
a mushroom cloud appeared -
she holds regret
like a bottle -
Its tongue spits neath each rolling wave,
burying the past in a deep watery grave. -
she languished in white spaces
leaving them empty -
her laugh drifted
across little bow lips -
I saw an eagle soaring,
high above the glistening loch.85 lines, 4 comments, on Dec 23 7:24 PM 2006. In Nature
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