Black
By Al Aaraaf
Sailing on my early seas of perfect undone whispered leaves I somedays hope to find you here; waiting hopefully for me And other days I’d bleed my heart out ever so to see Past all these dead impatient waiting burning anarchies Black; but I now hope to look past what I’d rather see (Now, and only now, can I disarm myself familiar)This is the only one of my poems criticized for being too long! Actually, not really. Just the verses are too long. As I was writing the poem, I had to keep flow with each line I wrote. Thus, the aformentioned verses. It's crap! Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 12:02 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Sailing on my early seas of perfect undone whispered leaves..."