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L'amertume
S'écoule par à coups
Dans mes veines
Un désir,
Un soupir,
Le passé - en finir et...
Douceur!
L'horizon de mes rêves
Annihile
Toute faveur et grisaille
Dans ma bouche.
Vision idyllique
D'un possible franchissable...
French Tries
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Paul Shannon (7/24/2008 5:09:00 PM)
i like the title; for the obvious reason i can say no more, im sure it was very good,
was it worth a ten? let me know and i'll certainly oblige.. paul |
PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE (7/23/2008 10:01:00 PM)
Bitterness
Run out by with blows
In my veins
A desire,
A sigh,
Past - to finish some and…
Softness!
The horizon of my dreams
Destroy
Any favour and greyness
In my mouth.
Idyllic vision
Of possible passable…
Profound...making a difficult decision and walking towards horizon of dreams...10 |
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