Michael Gorham Poems

Hair of silk black and dark as the night sky at the witching hour.
Eyes be dark brown as born from the earth with a pale white background that appears to be a cream ever flowing.
The face well formed the essence of beauty captured formed most perfectly with an elegance that shall never be matched.
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There they are such as grapes of wrath.
Diverged only by a dusty path.

Vines bewildered in an ongoing spiral.
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Have you ever had that dream?
That dream so frightful.
The one that you found somewhat delightful.
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