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One Like You
Ode to thee thy giver of dreams
Those golden curls of Icarus wings
Arise, arise this tender supplication
From lowly poet to lovely creation
Thy voice which forbears me the sweetest of song
Which follows thy beauty with thee all along
To lend forth thy spirit so faithful and true
Never have I met one like you.
Those golden curls of Icarus wings
Arise, arise this tender supplication
From lowly poet to lovely creation
Thy voice which forbears me the sweetest of song
Which follows thy beauty with thee all along
To lend forth thy spirit so faithful and true
Never have I met one like you.
Published 23rd Jun 2017
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Anonymous
24th Jun 2017 1:24am
Very nice.. great skills..
Dave
Dave
26th Jun 2017 1:18pm
the hyperboles, along with the last line, somewhat suggest that the lovely creature doesn't exist; which left me empty, rather than excited or mystified. i like the emphasis of beauty, even through the lovely creation's sight and sound.
26th Jun 2017 5:49pm
