SpiritWriter Posted December 19, 2012 #1 Share Posted December 19, 2012 (edited) Be my soft edge Since the sorcerers of the day Are adverse to all the cutting As I tip toe As I transfer through the coals I take you ahold And I am gentle My heart is the very liquid My cup has burnished gold The whip of your wings Has kept me floating You are the rapid vamp thats cold Edited December 19, 2012 by SpiritWriter 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Clarakore Posted December 20, 2012 #2 Share Posted December 20, 2012 I imagine this is what you would find under a leaf on the ground at the end of autumn, a softness even with the decay, a romance. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpiritWriter Posted December 20, 2012 Author #3 Share Posted December 20, 2012 I imagine this is what you would find under a leaf on the ground at the end of autumn, a softness even with the decay, a romance. i like how poetry is for the reader as well as the author and it can take you to different places... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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