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she stands out,
in the crowd.
it is not.
that she is,
taller or shorter,
or indeed,
particularly beautiful.

it is her,  "joy de vivre"
that, carefree love,
of life,
that draws your..
eye and heart.

she is,
youth and laughter,
a memory,
of kinder days
those that wear,
a sparkle and  smile ensemble.

she is,
the girl
everyone befriends.
she is,
the girl that is
dilligent
and always ends,
each day with
a thankful sigh.

she is,
grace, and  life's
dance personified.

she is,
one of many students,
but by god,
she is sublime,
as an actress.
as a student,
a bit flighty.
her grades,
a bit hazy.
but, she smiles
and the boys,
just swoon
and the girls,
well some
of them, swoon too,
the others, just follow
in her wake.

she is,
seemingly oblivious,
to this power,
and thus it grows,
mysteriously.
but her joy,
is pure
and unbroken.
so, like moths,
to the flame,
they gather about her.
there is one every year
or so... these mysterious girls
or guys that seem to have it all... an almost undefinable aura that attracts people to
them.... it is fascinating to
see...
would that i be,
lost for an eternity.
in the sparkle
of your eyes.

would that you be,
found for an eternity.
in the upward turn
of my lips.

would, that we be,
after said eternity.
still enrapt,
in the love
of one,
for another.
the salience
of your radiance
gives variance
to the ambience
of the adoration
of this,
my
dis-inclination
especially when in relation
to the repatration
of the
degenerate generation
in need of inspiration
and
determined dedication
to decode
the conjurations
of the corporations
before the
expiration
and
impending cessastion
of life's
inhalation.

total amelioration
stagnation or salvation
you, now,
need to make a
decision
of
dicerned discrimination
whithout
halt or
hesitation

requiring
patience
in the face
of dumb defiance
in applying the appliance
of the science
of change
of  ever permutating alteration
and
transformative
alliance.
so that, we all
remain
insane.
This morning's glory warms my heart,
words carried in on strangers' tides
have brought about an easy smile
and planted seed in barren mind. 

These words they linger oft unseen
between the love and broken things
this poet's world a rushing tide,
a surge of flight to tarnished wings.

I'll light another cigarette 
for no-ones keeping score
and pray that ink will always bleed
the words of Nevermore.
I love all poetry posted here, my mornings spent with all your wonderful words. Nevermore is a favourite of mine, in my eyes one of the best we have. This is my way of giving thanks for the gifts he bestows.
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