compassionA Poem by sea lily
cunning disguise for sylvia
or so i believe as i stand. my tin reflection hinting-- the wary stance and mellow smile of her hopeless poetry. through glass we glance, unbidden not escaping a glimpse those same palms, those same fingertips which confine me to the catacombs of misspent youth and endless ache. my two old firestorms my slip of hand drenching her in my malice. clawing for lost meaning, i crumple. shoes trapped in pavement cracks burdens to break my satined back. "Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted." © 2008 sea lily |
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Added on December 14, 2008 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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