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''Bleeding Phoenix''
Moonlit




I remember
At the edge of a brain


you;
I lay with my thoughts;


The songs
close to your mind


so lovely,infinite
a spear; constrain.


we listened to.
Hands push it along the line;


was a contract with birth


Thought we’re the genius
your guardian angel once did sign.


of this complex idea


of a world.
Glorious words of moral




Played hero and saint
Arms sail with force


I forgave, loved
spare-haired legs; dark; a moonlit night


had the truthful
stroke the surface of my white


patience to wait.
A short sigh of relief reveals remorse.
 
 
Heard your voice
 
in the dark
 
where silence reigned
 
and our hearts ran along
 
the river; poisoned.
 
 
Say!
 
Immortal remembrance
 
of each other,
 
we gained.




                                                           (Lady of Poetry)
                                                           (Lady of Poetry)


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I suppose my own blog site might be more helpful to characterize me: [http://www.ladyofpoetry.blogspot.com www.ladyofpoetry.blogspot.com] , [http://www.ladyofpoetry.beepworld.de www.ladyofpoetry.beepworld.de]

Latest revision as of 21:00, 3 June 2008

Well, what can I say more than a blank page could say in here?

My life reveals through art and poetry.I find this satisfaction through literature.


Moonlit


At the edge of a brain

I lay with my thoughts;

close to your mind

a spear; constrain.

Hands push it along the line;

was a contract with birth

your guardian angel once did sign.


Glorious words of moral


Arms sail with force

spare-haired legs; dark; a moonlit night

stroke the surface of my white

A short sigh of relief reveals remorse.


                                                         (Lady of Poetry)

I suppose my own blog site might be more helpful to characterize me: www.ladyofpoetry.blogspot.com , www.ladyofpoetry.beepworld.de