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~*it is quiet. ..with the O-gape of complete despair. ..*~
poetic rants from the cleanest liver in coventry
Created on 2005-02-07 05:58:58 (#6044636), last updated 2009-09-23
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Basic Info| Name: | blancdenoir |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1986-04-14 |
| Location: | Oxfordshire, Bicester, United Kingdom |
Bio~*. Let me give you this one flower
A rose
(Let’s be precise)
It’s sweetness, long stem and petals
Know not of one cruel vice
Mandarin swirls in coveted sandy hues
Lost in admiration, of infatuated rues
A cinnamon orchestra, whispered out through its mouth
And the small pricked notes, now heading for the south
“Almost lilies, those leaves, so vibrant, so wide!”
Said the frail and small daisy, laying somberly by her side
“Appraisal too hastily”, the rose did speak down
Though her rustic, rippled lips now spiked into a frown
“See your stalk has mere, fair hairs, no room for a thorn”
She sighed as she swayed subtly, and stared on a grass blade torn
“Sharp and edged thee, are unduly, no more, no less, I love thee truly”
Now shadows, shapes of light pronounced, her rested, leafened limbs
Though fair daisy beamed against her, for she always sings
A song so mellow, the power of flowers
A song so honest, the powers
Of love .*~
A rose
(Let’s be precise)
It’s sweetness, long stem and petals
Know not of one cruel vice
Mandarin swirls in coveted sandy hues
Lost in admiration, of infatuated rues
A cinnamon orchestra, whispered out through its mouth
And the small pricked notes, now heading for the south
“Almost lilies, those leaves, so vibrant, so wide!”
Said the frail and small daisy, laying somberly by her side
“Appraisal too hastily”, the rose did speak down
Though her rustic, rippled lips now spiked into a frown
“See your stalk has mere, fair hairs, no room for a thorn”
She sighed as she swayed subtly, and stared on a grass blade torn
“Sharp and edged thee, are unduly, no more, no less, I love thee truly”
Now shadows, shapes of light pronounced, her rested, leafened limbs
Though fair daisy beamed against her, for she always sings
A song so mellow, the power of flowers
A song so honest, the powers
Of love .*~
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