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CONTRASTING VISTA
you,
seem to hold
a promise
between
your hands
incandescent, burning
in the irises
of your eyes
whilst
i,
slipped
my hold
upon
the moon
as i,
carry
a sleeping sun
on my forehead.
you,
seem to hold
a promise
between
your hands
incandescent, burning
in the irises
of your eyes
whilst
i,
slipped
my hold
upon
the moon
as i,
carry
a sleeping sun
on my forehead.
Excellent imagery. Well-written and graceful.
i'm curious about the sleeping sun on her forhead...anything more you can tell me? if not, that's okay. i really liked it.