Stolen Thoughts Poem by Lydia Martin

Stolen Thoughts

Rating: 5.0


Deliberate ice of sweet intention
Slowly melts as lust clouds gather.
Withered stamen of new dimension
Speeds the stream of weeping laughter.
Strangled stars of no fruition
Taint a fever lost in space.
Never live in condemnation
Breathing only to exist.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 27 August 2013

Short and sweet, like it, a great poem.

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