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Morning After
White virgin drapes sparkle
caressed by golden rays
rejuvenescent acres stretch
poised...waiting
to be ravished by time's
mortal prints
Lush wombs underneath
green with promise
ready
to spring forth their
young
Maiden grows to mother
when winter breaks up
with earth
yet again
Published 28th Feb 2012
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28th Feb 2012 4:58pm
how nature has sex(I mean make love)? I bet it is. I´m not going to point out what I like because the entire poem is great. Is this poem how poets make love(I mean have sex)? I bet it is, at least the Victorian ones
2nd Mar 2012 00:16am
hahaha! i guess victorian sounds about right for nature. poets, on the other hand my friend, are another story altogether ;)
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