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wytchcroft) wrote2008-12-30 08:27 am
wytchcroft) wrote2008-12-30 08:27 am
and so it is
And so it is - as the night drifts
into the morning's blue arrival -
that i see you where you are not
that i hear your voice, the warm laugh
full of knowldege and doubt
stubbornly resisting the strangeness of life
the way it plays out in a distracted instant
between the blink of your eyes
an idle twisting of your hair
and the beauty of your quaker's hands
with their nervous semaphore
they would wave away a poem like this
and so it is.
into the morning's blue arrival -
that i see you where you are not
that i hear your voice, the warm laugh
full of knowldege and doubt
stubbornly resisting the strangeness of life
the way it plays out in a distracted instant
between the blink of your eyes
an idle twisting of your hair
and the beauty of your quaker's hands
with their nervous semaphore
they would wave away a poem like this
and so it is.
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i can't even begin to tell you how perfect this reads.
i can see someone in front of my eyes as i read it.
very good.
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