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Monday, 16 February 2004
Calm, and sweet,
the fragrance seeps slowly,
reluctantly,
toward me with sinuous branches
that pull in toward themselves then
return back to the flow.
It comes as a plane to me,
seething, and the seething never stops;
it comes closer, but the bumps don't grow
in size, but grow sharp,
and when it touches my nose, it tickles.
My eyelids shut themselves off, but my lips
they feel the texture lightly
at first, then stronger.
my cheeks join in
and it presses against my eyes, then cuts through me,
and shreds me.|
recognition
Written by Guest on 2004-09-01 06:13:40
very interesting poem ..
i`m new in poem writing and this makes me feel outragous when i reads it ..
well done!! |
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