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Nov 26, 2007
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Earthly Frames
Stunning wings unfold a native wind
As
Desert souls cross fiery paths
Sands of time gather for eternal play
Where
Broken glass falls back to birth
Black pansies wax exquisitely
Watching
Ornate pedals bleed from sugared wounds
The Lady Divine weeps bitterly from her throne
Yet
Beseech her not for death has been her life's soul pattern
So we play in lucid dreams of our Gods
Forgetting
Unremitting lives just to grasp the moment of this day
And in stroking this page I hope that beauty will oblige
Alas
My pen has found its event
— theladyblue, Nov 26, 2007
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Critiques
weirdelf
18 years 6 months ago
A strangely beautiful yet disturbing poem
theladyblue
18 years 6 months ago
thank you
weirdelf
18 years 6 months ago
Oh, I so relate to late night stir craziness!
theladyblue
18 years 6 months ago
the sad part...i am more sane by night ; P