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By Divian Submitted by koblo Date: 2003 Jun 20 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.20.20.08.32619]] |
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There is a world unshrouding your presence, That grows by the reign of your every touch, glance & breath I peer to see the anxious willow trees who yearn to reach the purity of thy lake, Reaching. But cruel are the poisoning roots that cling & grasp, The cold heathen earth of demise. I reach. A leaf exuding all that is forlorn & solace, touches the water. Excitement! Exhilaration! absorbing all it can... And then to content residing...It dies Enchantment's envy stands amid the mist, Her soft azure eyes cry pity,... Her distant tears ripple & distort,... Spreading & spreading... The willow trees wait... There is a world enshrouding your presence, That grows by the reign of your every touch, glance & breath Do not cry... |