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9/15/2011

Steetlight Midnights

Midnight, tuneful wanderings
streetlit, moonlit sighs.
Her heart pitches gently
at the humor of his eyes.
He is inconceivable,
dizzying in his cologne.
His tiny twilit turnings
are burned within her soul.

4 comments:

Just_a_sheep said...
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Just_a_sheep said...

Oops, I just realized I used your name and I wasn't sure if you wanted it on here or not, so re-comment these poems are just so relatable I feel like you've dug into my heart and ripped out my very essence they're wonderful poems and if anyone is going to bring great poetry back to life, it's you.

Bella said...

I missed this.

Melee said...

This is beautiful, dear! I love it. It's just bursting with brilliant imagery. <3