| A love poem I wrote... |


LightnessLove PoemLightness
She is .
A white winged angel on a pedestal of holiness Smiling upon a crowd of sleeping peasants The poor man comes to her and says, Will you help me?
And she replies, Of course.
Because of a circumstance of clear compassion and love The angel, so beautiful that a Himalayan mountaintop would blush Playing an elegant jazz piece
For arrogant strangers She is wiser, better
And I am inebriated
By inner beauty and seductive intelligence That draws me in
And allows that other self to exist With
| A love poem I wrote... |
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If the world disappeared around you,
would you be lost?
'Tis me, Maeve!
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But everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around...
Cosplaying: My anti drug.
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