Una poesia per Annabella

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
One I wrote up tonight.

Submitted: October 07, 2009

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In your undulant grace
I see no human flaws
I only gaze upon the stoic beauty of the Olympians
The carved form of ancient marble
Lost between the ages

But yet, there is a volatility in thine eyes.
There is a dearth of truth.
Overt reality fades to subjective grey.
Ye absconder, what do you hide?
And what lies have escaped your lips?
What names have you yet gone by?
Whom else yet sings your praises?
Will you let your past yet die?
Or forge with it a present.


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