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Lost Words (a centro)
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2006 Poetry What can I put to prose
to show you the truth,
as I crave a warm summer moon.
Such words are lost
tumbled within recesses deep,
where you laid me in the sand.
Lie with me staring into grass,
wondering now of things said,
too much coming from my pen.
Feel these sacred truths of my whispers,
that swept us to this spot.
It is kaleidoscope, mirror and facets,
touching down in the core.
Drunk on the sangria of your eyes,
teaching each other simple words.
There's no space to be touched ahead,
you have given me far more
than I could hope to return.
Words by:
Snapper1313
scorpfemale
Ottermonkey
passionate rider
Metalcove
Arranged by:
Philip N. Carcione
