Slowly, I begin to feel.
"The Persian"
Perfectly formed
In lack of none
It frowns in despair
At natural faults
Notice the shine
Wafting embers of want
And the eyes that see
Near it comes
In hidden paths
With scents of Eve
Expecting touch
Do and fall
With those who need
And hurt at once
Until in time
It needs more
Saturday, 27 February 2010
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