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by Poet on the Piano Oct 31, 2012
Dark, fantasy /
Days become farther and farther away.
The fire inside me has deserted
any attempts at sanction.
Where is away?
A home established
Places where death
cannot fly, perhaps.I.
I sing with what I have no voice for,
there is no melody, no signature key
you could latch onto.
In time- I whisper, cradling onto
lost starships and filled anaesthesia.
My dreams are anxious and
frosted yet unable to surrender....
galaxies are waiting, days a night cloud
I cannot discern.* Written October 31, 2012 at 7:32 pm.
This is a winning material, IMO... I wish I had votes left. But you literally left me speechless.
The subtle rhyming between paradise and perhaps has this beat of magic that I cannot explain.
I wonder why you said 'with no clothes'... instead of 'nude'... but that is perfect! I think it's much better that you said 'with no clothes'...