A sparkling trait of dust




A sparkling trait of dust
of gloden dreams and lust

A gleaming river flows
and lo!the hour unfolds
As i dance through this life
with maiden 'trust' in the snows

A sparkling trait of dust
of gloden dreams and lust


Lights my morning skies
is my nightly love
Hope,my human grace
kills me sweetly,slow


A sparkling trait of dust
of golden dreams and lust

Fallen freinds shall call
in the rise of wailing dooms
Fighting foes shall weave,
Frightened cries in a room
Shall the night forever pray
behind twisted clouds and moons??

A sparkling trait of dust
of goldnen dreams and lust

Lips that tatse the seed
and fall in love again
Bodies on a raging hearth
and hearts that fend a gale
A rusted knife that feeds
on a heart that tells a tale


A sparkling trait of dust
of golden dreams and lust

6 comments:

  1. it is good...but i felt u tried to rhyme it!!

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  2. Awesome, man! It rhymes well and it was worth reading. Keep writing! :~)

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  3. I let google translate the page and it did a fairly good job of retaining the texture of your poem!!

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  4. poetic says alokita..
    and the language truely touched by the words!

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