True Love - Poem by Purus

There was a pin.
A silver spear of moonlight,
resting in eternity.
Upon it's sharpened head, a silver
dropp of blood hovered,
Like the morning dew
on fresh green stalks of grass.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 19, 2004

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 19, 2004

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