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The Inner Sanctum
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dragonpoe
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| Tue Sep 04, 2007 2:10 am My Divinity |
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Divinity dresses in fine white petals
Of velvety nature, anticipating the kiss
Of a morning sun with dewdrop lips.
And there, in the purple shade of her
Lover, she embraces the heavens with
Arms held wide and inviting.
So pure, my divinity, saving your grace
For one last chance, another encounter
Of sunsets blush across your floral cheek
As you send your love across the lands.
It is within your petals, so silken white
That a seed finds its way to becoming a man
And the lady, so empowered by the fragrance
Bends low to embrace their future.
©dragonpoe
9/3/07 |
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dragonpoe
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| Tue Sep 04, 2007 2:11 am |
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oops, this was suppose to go in Poem With A Picture.. Have no idea how I did this!!
Sorry, Sally :oops: |
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