Deliquesce

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Deliquesce


Unto this day, I smile,
The eyes of the depths in you that I see-
Immensely beauteous;
Radiating brilliant colors.

I feel them taking me over
Scraping out the tragic scene from my memory.

Then comes with you
The morning sun…leaving me awe-struck,
And with a keystroke
Chronic rue melts under your charm.

I dust myself off the ground
Walking towards the heart ready to spur me on.

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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