Angela-a

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If flame and rain could meet without destruction 

And be framed in a sphere of glass 

The sight would be too much to comprehend 

Just Like when eye meets eye and I’m 

Sucked into a gallery of awe and wonder 

Content to remain forever 

 

Hues of honey and crimson flood my veins 

So strong that their colors turn inside out 

Small mountains of skin rise to the occasion 

Exposing their desire for your attention 

 

Exploring the bounds of my being 

Only yields confusion as I find 

The edges are intertwined 

Lone or United 

Collision or coalescence 

The painting is the same 

A masterpiece of two creators

  • Author: Angela-a (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 10th, 2021 14:07
  • Category: Love
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Comments3

  • Miss Pain

    v.i.p -very important poetry

    • Angela-a

      This means so much! Thank you

    • L. B. Mek

      Brilliant!
      (thank you, for choosing to share)

      • Angela-a

        Of course! I appreciate the read

      • spilleronsheet

        Excellent one dear poet
        Wonderful painting of words
        What a beautiful scene created in your words

        • Angela-a

          Thank you! That is all a writer can hope for



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