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she was from russia, beautiful hair, lips so red and curled at the corners as if to show faint glimpses of the devil, waiting to devour, she was very illusive however, tied her words too simple to begin to break through, toying with my very ear, her tattoo was nice, but of course thats always just mearly a distraction, the eyes that pearced through the very stone walls of any mans heart, saying goodbye to you was more hard than you know, for i know too littLE of love, unfamiliar with those flying symbols of love, that white biRD of such a burning feeling, oh if only my hand be a glove to fit in her hand, with the fire rising inside, and the winter breeze blowing through the branches of the nAKEd trees, sounding as if giant wings comming, from above.

Reviews

[Omar Fendri]

" if only my hand be a glove to fit in her hand" i love this one,
You just know the right way to control words, :D absolutely outstanding ... Keep it up

[Helen Woodward]

I love this as it is written with a pensive pen and it alludes to greatness with phrasing deliciously new. I would consider a different format however, one that will give it the honor it deserves :-)

[Marie Harrison]

Breathtaking poetry.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. The poem got stronger with each statement. Great description and mystery in your words. A enjoyed the complete poem. A excellent ending. Thank you.
Coyote