IT WAS HARD
CLAIMING THAT VAIN
SMILE NEXT TO THE
JASMIN,
THOSE STOLEN SCENTS OF WINTER,
THE WORRY BEGAN
AS CASUAL AS AN EMPTY THOUGHT,
WHEN WATCHING THE TRASH TV.
THE RAIDS OF PLEASURE
THAT FLAIL AS BLOND AS HAIR
IN THE SPRING GROUND.
WHY THE HALTING SMILE?
WITH THAT ACTIVE SWEATY PALM
ROSE WORN FACE AND
TRANCING SIGH.
SOMETIMES PLAYING THE FOOL WORKS
ONLY FOR THOSE FOOLS THAT PLAY.
A SOUL SEARCHING FOR STRENGTH
FINDS IT IN THE HEARTS OF CLOUDS.
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I'm so glad i decided to read a little tonight and that i stumbled onto you again. You have such a unique way of describing things that i just sit and re-read and soak it in.
Very well done, i really enjoyed it.
~ Wendy
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I think you are one of the first people I met on AP, and a true poet- a type I do not have the patience to become. I love the careful thought you put into every line. This is a very good description of what could have been just an character description.




