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By zuzus petals
The sun rises Over me Like it does Over bronze statues, Making my cheekbones Appear golden, Consumed by A fiery blaze Of fine silks. But my eyes, So hollow, Seem non-existent In their sockets. I blink, Shade my eyes, Then crouch over Waiting for the rain To come. Finally, A breath of relief Turns loose The storm, Like a hiccup Of diamond Misted fingertips And dew In the Early hours Of morning.I always have a problem when it comes to naming poems. If you have any ideas please suggest away Written August 29th, 2001 © on Aug 29 2001 06:37 AM PST 0 • 10
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"The sun rises ..."