An Unusual Nothing

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


There is an unusual nothing,
A deadness of any strife,
A quietness left over.

The peaks are there, Distilled,
Watered and diluted, Always,
Perfumed with skin, Tanned,
Peeling, burnt, ignored.
A perfume of yellow peach,
Fear and repine,
Never refined,
Always shy.


Submitted: January 07, 2021

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Ann Sepino

Ooh, I love this! A poem that can have multiple meanings, and even themes. There is both a sweetness and bitterness to the lines, which may or may not describe the beauty and pain that comes with love. It's a wonderful read. :)

Thu, January 7th, 2021 2:14pm

hullabaloo22

Very nicely composed and presented.

Sat, January 9th, 2021 6:56pm

Flambe

Thank you for your comments :)

Thu, January 21st, 2021 12:43pm

Flambe

Thank you for your comments :)

Thu, January 21st, 2021 12:43pm

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