48 hours.
The diamond light, rips soft away.Revealing shapes,all stripped of feature.
Reflections on the glints of water.
Reflections of my soul.
The darkened sparkle,of an old friend.
Brings a warmth,on breath so frosted.
Rounded peace, and inovator.
In fraction,or in whole.
The diamond light,from new direction.
Obliterates the darkened sparkle.
From this self same view of water.
Perspectives rarely change.
The darkened sparkle,cloaked in anguish.
Rises up, as lights extinguished.
Triumphant in imperial glory.
Reflections of my soul.
Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2006-09-22 at 19:39
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