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The only way she could be described
Was as a delicate passion.
A feather stepping across the edges
Of a swirling, delicious storm.
Simple yet elegant
About to go over the edge,
Managing always to catch herself.
Not wanting to get to far ahead of everything,
Relishing in the radiance of now.
- by Reves de Toi |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/18/2009 |
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- Title: Delicate Passion
- Artist: Reves de Toi
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Description:
I don't like descriptions :/
My thoughts are random tangents, and when they collide my poetry is born. Yesh.
Enjoy and comment ^^
- Date: 08/18/2009
- Tags: delicate passion
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Saber Blysmey - 09/15/2009
- Wow, this one really speaks to me. My second 5 for you.
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- ProfessorKC - 08/26/2009
- 100% Awesome! This is the best thing I have seen on here. A simple description of a person. It actually holds together quite well on realated images of delicate things on the verge of a disaster, but never quite caught in time. Immediacy, delicacy and curiosity ... very nice. About time I read somthing decent since this is about the 500th piece I've looked at and is my first 5/5
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