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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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