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Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on February 16th, 1991 No Comments »
Rasped fire
Affecting flame
Envelope me
leave no trace.
Little one
Delicate
Free
Whisper of youth
Run to me
embrace the dying sun
And subside…
Archive for February, 1991
(Click on the title of a post to read the whole thing and view the pictures.)Would that a man be less of the stars, than light
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on February 13th, 1991 No Comments »
Would that a man be less of the stars, than light
For mine eyes are not blind to the beauty
of darkness…
The Hunt
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on February 6th, 1991 No Comments »
The hunt
Poised
A destined inclination
withering mesh
brought into an array
bound by
Ecstasy…