i get drawn by things
Standing on the stage,
With your tuft of black, spikes flicking out
Sleeves rolled, like you're ready for toil
Digging your arms deep into my soul
Your smile lights up the room
With its curls of delight
And your guffaw of laughter
Reeling us all in
You exude a mix of cultures,
Appearing out of the shelter of a far away land
Drawing the lacking in with your aura
On the current of the moment.
To feel like this is forbidden,
Venturing into vetoed territory
Do you dare to take the spear
Out of the wounded unicorn?
Still, your beauty lingers within.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-10-07 at 12:00
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Standing on the stage,
With your tuft of black, spikes flicking out
Sleeves rolled, like you're ready for toil
Digging your arms deep into my soul
Your smile lights up the room
With its curls of delight
And your guffaw of laughter
Reeling us all in
You exude a mix of cultures,
Appearing out of the shelter of a far away land
Drawing the lacking in with your aura
On the current of the moment.
To feel like this is forbidden,
Venturing into vetoed territory
Do you dare to take the spear
Out of the wounded unicorn?
Still, your beauty lingers within.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 650 times
Written on 2006-10-07 at 12:00
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