in every smile, in every whispered longing
she dances across his mind
the rain fell, alternating between fierce and fleeting, as the winds turned the mist vertical all around the lone figure standing huddled by the wall
thunder rumbled across the empty cityscape of pure imagination surreal in the quiet fury of nothing, a black stained demagoguery of dread
yet his lips muttered silent need, a faint smile formed
he danced alone with the angel, in his mind
where is he, lost in this singular moment of purgatorical musing, unaware if the storm is real or a manifestation of the destiny he hides himself away from
the lapus leprosy of quiet insubstantial whim, demonic in grandeur, yet filled with holy light that counteracts the poison slowly tearing him apart within
in every smile, in every whispered longing
a whirlwind of insomniac shuffling steps to dance with her
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Stunning imagery. Well done.
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Thank you. The lapus leprosy of quiet insubstantial whim, may be one of my best lines ever. I felt like a poet when I read it. Hahahaha
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Umm… you are a poet…. If you write poetry, you are a poet. Forget the boring snobbery. Own it!
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Is this opposite attraction, antidote, or the maniac depressive duo? Or is it all of that???
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it is about her healing the broken within him. so all three. her light, his dark, crashing like waves on the shore.
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Cool I comprehended this piece, now I can say I like it a lot! Thanks!
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thank you for reading it.
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Beautifully written
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thank you
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