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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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
The meter and rhyme give this poem a feel of the beyond. Nicely done
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