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The dew of stars beatifies thy worth.
thou art the moon, the night goddess’ candor.
Flying angel of never-to-be morbid-
Wings, which are as the star‘s velvet shade,
Bequeather of gracious ill(uminant) light,
That to this day’s tomorrow is sorrow’s plight,
You are without doubt the reason of my flight
©2007-2009 ~W0E
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just a free verse poemthat i worte about a special someone.

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:iconechoenyx:
I've looked at this verse so many times now...I absolutely love it. I would explain as to why but, I just seem drawn to it, as simple as it is in what it means (you always use these words. Lol.)
I like.

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It’s hard to wait around for something that you know might never happen, but it’s even harder to give up when you know it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

-Rima
:iconw0e:
oh thank you very much, Dalisa. I am alway lookign forward to talk to you more often. please, tell me, how are you?

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VV""MAR""VV
:iconpincushion-jester:
Ah, the previous commenter seems to have taken the words directly from my mouth, well, perhaps my fingertips.

It really is a beautiful poem. I could read it multiple times and never become bored with it.

--
'Oh,' cried Lizzie, 'Laura, Laura.
You should not peep at goblin men.'-Goblin Market by Christina Rosseti

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