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Thorns and thistles

Visions of your face, like a prism of colors.
Shining with light, they deflect all the others.
Hopping about in a meadow of green.
Tall wild grass dances gracefully in the breeze.

Set yourself into this cavern.
Where oranges and golds, open up all that matters.

Inside the art of who is you, you are the canvass time to paint something new.
You exude, tree's of the ancients there branches so torn.
The thorns and thistles tearing all that was norm.

Life is not earned its a gift as you know.
Forgiveness and love may just be the right goal.

So step onto that rainbow, its yours on this day.

You shine like a diamond, as the sun strikes the sea.
Your eyes are like Amethyst there bright as can be.

Inside there is only one place you can go.
And that is right here,with the girl that you owe * laughs.

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Written July 25th, 2006

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  • VisionMuse
    August 15, 2006
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    Ya I think I kinda had a twinge of revenge at the end that didnt fit in with the adoration. But thanks for your comments I will think on them and on my intentions when and if I write again=)

    Take care,
    Leaf


  • Mannequin
    July 26, 2006
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    You know what? I absolutely LOVED this write...till I read the last line. It's just not up to par with the rest of it. You had some awesome ideas and imagery here,very natural and song-like rhythm. You just let it fade away with that last line, I think. The last line in poetry is meant to wrap it up and mentally punch the reader in the face. I still enjoyed reading this but I wish the end had a bit more to it. You are very talented and I hope you never stop writing.