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Belladonna
Through a roof
of thoughts,
I touched the bone
and looked inside,
The lyre played bare
as a babe of innocence
with satin rose ducts,
striking an image;
A thousand rays
of indigo lightening
that touched my
center of darkness.
of thoughts,
I touched the bone
and looked inside,
The lyre played bare
as a babe of innocence
with satin rose ducts,
striking an image;
A thousand rays
of indigo lightening
that touched my
center of darkness.
Published 18th Jun 2014
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18th Jun 2014 1:14pm
19th Jun 2014 00:12am
hollyhocks & belladonna, a striking mix in your poetical garden. stunning poetry...
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9th Jul 2014 2:43am
The piece sent out a theme of loneliness.
It tells of your humanity, but also the absence of it. A secret desire or an unexpressed passion.
I enjoyed this. It makes me wonder who you are as a person, to see what else can be told about the poems creator from the creator themselves...
Lovely...
It tells of your humanity, but also the absence of it. A secret desire or an unexpressed passion.
I enjoyed this. It makes me wonder who you are as a person, to see what else can be told about the poems creator from the creator themselves...
Lovely...
9th Jul 2014 1:10pm