Writing 2 Untitled Poem. [E]

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[color=crimson][size=1]A distance in my eyes,
With burdens underlined.
Formulas form of sight and
What I see in hymns of night

Come to me, with chilled and waned
Waves of shrouded mist,
Gentle touch and I seem to kiss
The portrait of life upon the main; we wished.

Upon the crowded stars,
Gliding hear in space,
Upon natures scars
And nothing has replaced

The feeling deep inside
Of floating nothingness.
Wrap a shall of darkness around me
So I can reminisce

In Silence.
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Silk raven hair, swathed in the simmering moonlight
A life I am now ensnared too, in the flickering of night
Beckoned on before the strike of dawn, did she call
And their did I see her, a white swan, upon crimson
.....................................Velvet darkness enthralled.


I crouched on my knees and peered on among the brush
And entangled in divine ease, did I now continue on, hush,
A silence swarmed amongst the trees, it swallowed me
And my aura, entranced in what was, this shivering beauty
................................................Here I felt what was to be.

Eons and countless untold years passed all me by and by,
And what fell in front of me, cast upon the reflection, whereby
The mirrors of untold fate had let me cross her crimson path.
I threw myself for her, for in love had we been, a life of untold
And pleasure and sin and deafening sounds had not been contraband.
.....................................And so for our paths, had been lit with gold.

Auburn eyes, Iced and sweet lips, blue is all that beauty
Drabbed in clothes and beyond that of sweet delusion.
Like the nectar flowing from life and here upon the night
And beyond, was I to find myself with her and the darkness now white.
...................................Never to be snow-blind so I could see with sight.

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