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Poem by: Azaleas secrets

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old poem... its already there on writers cafe.

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old poem... its already there on writers cafe.

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Submitted: July 05, 2010

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HIM

When sunbeams gild the blushing rose petals

And violets grow wild on a sleeping maiden's grave

When mists roll out anointing the sprouts

And the brook flows serenely like a prophecy unfolding...

***.

I feel him passing by in the wind's fragrant breath

His knuckles touch mine, his sweet roguish smile

Freezes my pulse for a long disturbing moment

And then... he takes my all away while handing me a pen.

***

Alas!

He is no more than a longing, an artist's forlorn dream

Restlessness of a wanderer, a ballad's scattered theme.


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