On a gray Friday

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On a gray Friday

I feel surrounded,
By a weeping frame;

I no longer lust,
Any dripping blast;

The night is coming up,
And her kisses drag me,
Upon crawling dreams,
I no longer wanna live,

But,
Being on balance is,
The key of Evolution,

In which,
Written by the sweat of my soul,
My senses will be reborn,
In the rise of a purple storm.

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Allseasonsverse commented on On a gray Friday

08-26-2018

Dante 1208, your imagery is superb. I like your work it is amazing. Thank You for your poetry, your Friend, Allseasonsverse.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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Across your Purity 0
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Turning on Purple 0
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