Where The Words Flow
By ilenia
Wouldst I could go where the words flow Riotous radiant ridiculous red Orange into violet purple indigo Sunset colors all aglow Spinning round in poesy's bed Come now you sands of time Why leave me in this confusion of illusion grasping for the poets rhyme Grapes purple on the vine Drunk from the sun Not from wine dost now this cause elation withering in the heat of passion running into what is not the fashion but sensation searching for an ending that has no pretense but pulls the trigger in defense Where am I going and why can't I get there. Ilenia 2001 © Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 11 2001 01:02 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Wouldst I could go where the words flow..."