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(Lighting Up The Dark) Let me into the arms as warm as sunshine. Fill my body with life, spreading, consuming limb to weary limb, lighting up the dark; my vacant soul. (Summer Love) Shower these flowers that could bloom amid the weedy field. Separate me from the mesh, a dying sea. Let my tongue taste your radiance. A drink divine; my mouth, watered, yearns for so much more, at the sight of your eyes and nourishing lips. (Wait For Snow) Tender droplets of dew lick the scattered upon my A bare tree, swiped of its fruit, can bear no more, until another season. It's time. My heart dormant, I cast my eyes through the patient window and wait for snow. poem featured here http://www.writing.com/main/newsletters/action/archives/id/1967 This poem is part of a collection available to ebook readers at the link below:
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