Poem Hunter
6 Minutes
EW Emily Wood ( / )

6 Minutes

12: 27
These sweet hours of memory
Joining forever gracefully
With my wildest fantasies
Creating most faithfully
The sweetest of dreams

Beads of stars peak on my rind
Blossoms bloom deep inside
I feel your lips pressed on mine
Arch and grasp as we combine
Hardly can I breathe

These flourishing rose pedals red
Drip dew for hydrangea stem
As though to spill along the bed
Anemone, and diltiazem
Now whisper in my ear

Oh how high these pedals flow
Even as I lay below
My hand lets go, my eyes were closed
Once again I am alone
You're not even here
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Poetic expression is nice.10