ArdorA Poem by Rikkevi Rueardor might not be only about sensualityArdor Feb 2011 Ardor
for the beauty of butterflies, too
soon revealed that he can't disguise, from
stone respect-to "no longer wise," yet
held with wonder in children's eyes. Ardor
in the song of the sighing wind, dark
moaning devil yet laughing friend, whirling
dust dervish or leaves to spin, drop
to dead silent then re-begin. Ardor
for innocent children's eyes, windows
to hearts that have yet to lie, tenderly
sweet that may shameless cry, ardor
for life that will never die.
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