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He grasps stardust in his Hands Sand they turn truly lovely In one hand  The edges glint golden rusty and Brown they turn The color of lovely shriveled  late  Autumn leaves They sink soundly to the ground   Smell of raw; Earthy taste moist like rich bread and wine  So red his lips have not  The look of innocence Stripped  naked like bark chiseled wood How I would love them forever My vain endeavour Still he lays partially Amongst the blotchy patch of shade as The Tree  Lovingly sways  To the sound of his Coos Darling he sleeps as the Sheep watch over him My little Sheppard boy Dreamingly sound May rippling waters of your subconscious mind settle to shore Tides emerge in deepest Blue Violently crash into the Crimson colored  rocky edge of the  Stone face cliff Now faced with thick Cumulonimbus clouds that  Cloud the dawn's last fiery  Light Streaks of lightening Silhouette whip upon his Face and like thunder the Lions  Roar not in pain  But in vigorous anger as The ringmaster bows at the Choking applaud of the Painted audience The wind unweaves grassy tangles in your hair Tormenting  suitors  Tease;  You messily please Imperfectly perfect that you are able to  Appeal as effortlessly Dressed in natures blend Like a jar of  Roasted nuts Of assorted trail mix Still You lay there  Decorated in earth's blankets of roots Grass Twigs leaves Oh How it hurts to leave I'd sit here loving you Instead  Twist peering down upon Deepest desires Swept in eternal sleep Longingly I join your slumber Drift into dream where I  May wake up finding you Beside me Where sleep steals me upon Your shoulder  Warmth of arms lightly Grasped Dawn red as a match in the Distance slowly  Smothered Surrendering to nights cold Silence But the stars  Whispers of compliments to The moon Each night loved you kindly Each star a kiss upon your Cheek May the stars love you Sweeter than they have Loved me But darling I've loved you  Forever
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
The Gentle | The Honest
He grasps stardust in his Hands Sand they turn truly lovely In one hand  The edges glint golden rusty and Brown they turn The color of lovely shriveled  late  Autumn leaves They sink soundly to the ground   Smell of raw; Earthy taste moist like rich bread and wine  So red his lips have not  The look of innocence Stripped  naked like bark chiseled wood How I would love them forever My vain endeavour Still he lays partially Amongst the blotchy patch of shade as The Tree  Lovingly sways  To the sound of his Coos Darling he sleeps as the Sheep watch over him My little Sheppard boy Dreamingly sound May rippling waters of your subconscious mind settle to shore Tides emerge in deepest Blue Violently crash into the Crimson colored  rocky edge of the  Stone face cliff Now faced with thick Cumulonimbus clouds that  Cloud the dawn's last fiery  Light Streaks of lightening Silhouette whip upon his Face and like thunder the Lions  Roar not in pain  But in vigorous anger as The ringmaster bows at the Choking applaud of the Painted audience The wind unweaves grassy tangles in your hair Tormenting  suitors  Tease;  You messily please Imperfectly perfect that you are able to  Appeal as effortlessly Dressed in natures blend Like a jar of  Roasted nuts Of assorted trail mix Still You lay there  Decorated in earth's blankets of roots Grass Twigs leaves Oh How it hurts to leave I'd sit here loving you Instead  Twist peering down upon Deepest desires Swept in eternal sleep Longingly I join your slumber Drift into dream where I  May wake up finding you Beside me Where sleep steals me upon Your shoulder  Warmth of arms lightly Grasped Dawn red as a match in the Distance slowly  Smothered Surrendering to nights cold Silence But the stars  Whispers of compliments to The moon Each night loved you kindly Each star a kiss upon your Cheek May the stars love you Sweeter than they have Loved me But darling I've loved you  Forever
Writers note: A poem written by me not too far back but far back enough for me to feel the need to edit {which I did mainly syntax-wise  beside the layout was too raw to read properly aha, not like it's significantly easier now} I wrote in lengthy passion. Sweet & kind love captivates me The childlike and innocent Though so easily it spoils.
#honest#gentle#humaninterest
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the-master-quibbler
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
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