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Your name, I can pronounce-
in the evening.
When the sun is asleep,
and your corrolas are open.
Your scent, I can smell-
from the bosom of my pillows.
While I dream in your stems,
and fall from rib cages of night sky
I sip
your comeliness.
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A contest entry
- one day ;; contest. by Kathraina.
400 points, ended October 28, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow, this is very beautiful. I absolutely loved this read! Your word choice is superb, the imagery it invokes unfolds like a flower's bloom. Marvelous
bravo and thank you for entering
♥ kate -
I sip
your comeliness.
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i love that line. there's a sensual feel to this poem. or is just me? lol...
anyways, galing!.. dont stop nurturing your talent... keep them comin'...
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Beautiful pare!
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I'm with Nicolette, moonflowers, sighs.
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just lovely, light and intoxicating this is. moons, flowers...moonflowers - what lovely use of metaphor here!
~ Nicolette
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mmmmm
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