~~Le Petit MortA Poem by Frieda Ptranslation~the little deathdreamers floating on starlit cotton candy half way to the moon signs of celestial bodies memories flaming in unison lost in a trance of artistic delight of tenuous heights wanderers meet on a plain halfway between nirvana thunderous roar of passion's brazen bounties no words to explain the shadow dance of aching falling to earth in pools of sinful ecstatic pleasure a small death of harmonious concourse to heaven's gates © 2013 Frieda PAuthor's NoteFeatured ReviewReviews
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StatsAuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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