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Poetry By: GuiltyPleasure

"Youuu Mischievous.. my heart is your slave"

written this sunday with another poem, the picture is its essential part...

Submitted:Apr 3, 2012    Reads: 42    Comments: 12    Likes: 5   

Hold my hand darling, you will soon realize

You have not heard.. the sweetest throb yet

I have waited for centuries in these stones and pillars

I remember all the stars that fell and left their pale dust on me

I know the rhythms of winds, and they often whisper just your name

Oh how I want to step down on grass and dance beyond all restraints.

I keep my doors open, see the passage is still bright

Because I know an angel visited, in the dark cloak of night

His shadow was golden, he left a lock of curls behind

So quietly he passed by, ohh my eyes followed him for miles...



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