Hands that moulded beauty
Of a heavenly flair..I dared
To touch the rainbows arch and more
Seek entrance to its golden door
With passion tore the flames away
From the very Hell of day.
Born to idolise and speak
Words in melody of flight
Not to die within a dim lit night
With strangers eyes to fix upon
The freak I have become
A shadow upon the floor.
But lest our stormy passing go
Unnoticed or amongst the snow
Our marble tears mix with hail
Our hearts to beat upon the gale
The highway it speaks no name
We both are two the same.
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nephilim56 (
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Comments1
Your phrases send simple message but w expertly crafted prose never touching cliche and you comfortably grab that rhyme.
high praise indeed many thanks
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