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Sonnet № 67880

clandestine momentum

Member since 2001 · Posted 2 Oct 2003 · 1 comment

On wild streams of sorrow sits Your virtue, knit by heaven’s tears, Into a tapestry of wilderness, Your eyes the color of the moonlight’s kiss. Touch my heart and pull from it, Intertwined in its sinews, My Fear, Who has danced for miles, Cringing, smiling, Tasting nature’s sweet destruction. Draw near to me so sweetly, Let me cradle you within the nook where My ribs meet, after cracking, pulled apart To allow extraction of this bleeding heart, A planet spins tonight in silence, Unaware of how this horrid violence perpetuates The creation cycle that staples us here To the ground. On midnight’s blackened, shadow-leaves My heart beats out these words, to you, Carried on the wind, within the rustle of Its movement in the trees. Allow, for a moment, the song to breach Those doors that you have locked, and reach Into your ear, into your head, Into your Brain, my dear, my dear…

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[n/a] horus8 2-Oct-03/5:16 PM Reply
In what country is this a Sonnet in?