poetry

There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

[This post has been removed by the author. If you wish to read it, please contact me directly.]

Oh, Elbereth!
How greedily I wish to be inspired,
To breath the diamond dust inside of me,
To not have any words to speak,
But let the blessed poetry to glitter
Inside the drops of dew
That freshly cover would
The petals of my lips with silver garb.

And then my joy and praise shall flow!
Oh Elbereth, star-weaver, wind-carressed,
Accept my cry, beg, grace my path with light!

It takes a little effort
It makes so little sense
To scale the straight and narrow
To run the wooden fence

Go forth with speed and balance
And you may reach the end
But first you need the courage
The fence post to ascend

Through all my life, through all my years,

I craved that which I lacked.

Res(e)t my mind

A(c)rid your fa(r)ce

S(t)ung my heart

There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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I do not blame you

For leaving.

Within our hearts we tried.

Would you borrow

Some of his sorrow?

Keep it warm

Until the morrow.

There was

a poem

here.

It's gone now.

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