Red, the red of your lips
Calm, but tides arise
The softest incidence …
Splendid of your eyes
Hail to the latest…
Miracle of your face
Confusingly simple…
The sorrow… of your grace
Such a pity that these words
Are no sharper than rusty swords
The hell with this fatal sorrow
Whose arms hold you tomorrow?
Dad-burned Fluoxetine
Celexa, Lexapro, Paroxetine
Color to color, doze to doze
Vanished the image of my garden’s rose
Red, the red of your lips
Green, the green of your eyes
The softest incidence …
Beauty of your face
Your latest miracle...
Bravo!
Extremely simple
…Your sorrow.
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Author:
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Published:
February 5th, 2017 16:56
- Comment from author about the poem: It has a personal meaning to me.\\\\r\\\\nI hope you like it.
- Category: Love
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