sweet wonder in control everlasting, behold contempt shall brew and anger rule hate seeking vengeance beneath the placid blue pale skin peach hair fingers long with tempting flare unearth a beauty in disguise eaten from the outside retching to subside white lace gown, this ironic patience in a frown crown of light, a simple fight. hollowed trees compose songs of the past archaic frequency whistling hard and fast agonizing sorrows groan deep inside echoing the lost and forced to abide. closed eyes the wrath unfolds tear drops forming behold a lost soul withering on the grass despondent blue emit an iridescent flash guidance an earthly one unity yet become wrapped warm and deep in delicate leaves young branches lift her gently to her knees petals swarm and innocently find her ear and together they whisper, “i am here”
Wow, this is very beautifully written. Unfortunately, it seems like the author is no longer active but that does nothing to take away from the beauty of this piece. I especially like the rhyme, it's not very strict and still allows the poem to flow. Thamks Samhain for digging this up and putting it in the spotlight. I wonder how many more gems there are hidden in the histories of Hipfoums. If I ever have the time I might have to do a spot of browsing. Peace, A.
