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Poetry By: Miss Trevize

Well, I am loosing my hand at poetry a little, but I still enjoy writing it. Thanks for all the reads and the encouragement!

Submitted:Mar 30, 2012    Reads: 19    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

The billowing

and limbo

as the fires

burn bright.


In the incandescent

nightfall, the

silent chimes of

whips still ring.


Out from the heart,

into the black,

great tendrils of

a massive wind.


Tides on the shores

of eternity,

the cosmos,

and untried distances



but to the massive,

even the small

arm, reaching.


Skinned land

placed gently,

as a clover

to another world.



in the ever quiet

vastness, scarred

and burning and glorious.


In hand, the

great ropes onto

which cling a world



The orb,

a paternal emperor

to kings,

shines yet.


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