With quietness and despair,
I lunge for only beauty,
Your long and yellow golden hair,
Your soul so rare, so truly.
It brings to me the peace, we share,
Our naked bodies, lying rare.
Upon the stage, of nowhere.
Bound by rules, unruley.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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The meter and rhyme give this poem a feel of the beyond. Nicely done
your poem evokes a state of bliss, like no other. It truly is a "Rare Beauty". Loved every line.
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