A beautiful disaster; a beautiful drug to breathe;
You make my eyes turn, you make my mind unsheathe.
You've got the face that could summon a thousand smiles;
An elegant beauty that goes further than a vision of a mile.
Someday I will make you see,
One day I will make the time.
Show you what's hidden; what's more to fancy,
Show you that you are nothing else but The Sublime.
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Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PuisiThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
