Your portrait screamsA Poem by SomebrownnerdNight at a museum.
Framed in glazen gold,
a curvy crafted image. Sun mist hair, a brazen bold; Your passions timeless finish. Those beaten, beaming, beckons; From tarnished, tinted, turf. Fuels, flame flecked intentions, to embrace you on this earth. Now my languid longings, they must sputter to an end. My minds echoed fawning, of the girl who dropped my pen. © 2012 SomebrownnerdAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSomebrownnerdNorman, OKAboutIt's been five years, since I've put thoughts to words. Alas, the dam has finally broken. Wow have things changed quite a bit, I'm looking forward to being a part of this community again. So much t.. more..Writing
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