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Delight in the Warmth of Closeness |
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By mindthegav
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15 June 2007 |
Wintry, the raw nature of my space and distance as I without direction or purpose seek the realms of her tenderness and unruffled posture.
She questions her vivacious spirit as it plummets from persecution and maltreatment; visualisation abandons all that is gratifying as she fondles her impenetrable heart.
Delight in the warmth of closeness is that of her soul as it radiates my own inanimate and dormant breath as I inhale the authenticity of what it means to be magical and exquisite.
Acidic no longer stands her perception of her measureless grandeur as the pilgrimage towards majesty encircles the undeniable fragrance of her splendour.
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Written by gutterkitty (362 comments posted) 16th June 2007 | E.E Cummings fan by any chance?
In my opinion, when it comes to poetry, less is often more. Pumping a piece full of fancy phrases can obstruct meaning and deter readers.
But others disagree, so feel free to ignore me. |
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