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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  No Houses

Captive, I am, in your eyes,

leaning in this betrothed pose,

waxed away, gently etched onto paper, such as a fallen  pressed leaf,

with rust curling around this pose,

flimsy in the gentlest of breeze, who I am to pretend to not be so,

in the awakening of your beauty,

these silvery aqueous sunshine bones bend,


stopped dead.




Submitted: December 31, 2017

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Intriguing. Well written. My favorite poem that I've read tonight . To say the least.

Sun, December 31st, 2017 4:33am


Thank you C.E. !

Sun, December 31st, 2017 4:52pm


This is art right here, Doc. Wonderfully written. That cover photo is one of a kind.

Sun, December 31st, 2017 8:47pm


It is a cool pic )
Much appreciation for your kind words :D
Thanks lisbeth !

Sun, December 31st, 2017 5:10pm

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