| In Clemen |
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The dawn ascended in my heart
I begged her playfully to stay
But she and I could only part
For I am man and she is day.
The dusk threw pearls into my soul
And made a necklace of the stars -
Which sing to me when I am low
In soft, melodic, soothing bars.
I laid my body down for night
And offered her my purest thoughts,
What cared I for the wrong or right
When beauty blew me to her ports -
I love the hours spent with those
Who make of life no desperation;
Whose very being we suppose
To be the crowing of creation.
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| Posted: 4.4.2008 at 03:57 | Read 119 times | 0 comments | Leave Comment |
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