Steven Rodgers

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Shackled In The Sun - Poem by Steven Rodgers

Tender in its mire,
Soft, true to form,
Center of desire,
A soft and gentle fire.

We reach, we strive,
Shackled in the sun,
Never alive, never alive,
For us to thrive.

Ubiquitous stare,
Frozen flail,
Of the captured pair,
Never there, never there,
Lest they're caught unaware.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, May 25, 2012

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