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missunderstood (profile) wrote,
on 5-24-2004 at 1:27am
The Summer

Drops of morning dew gathered on your lashes
As you lay amongst the wild flowers.
Trillium and pasque crushed
Beneath golden curls.
Your cheeks were rosey
Like freshly plucked peaches and
Your lips in virgin perfection.
Unstirred and unmoved you lay
In the bliss of innocence and youth.
Persephone, did you pick the pomegrante?
Were the deathly crimson innards comparable to the apples of Eden?
Yet still you lay in shrouded mystery
Amongst the wildflowers;
An ageless, timeless, beauty.
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