In light of grace, so far a night;
through tender heart which breaks.
Aghast with angels choir; bow,
and loneliness doth forsake.
But, through the twills of ecstasy,
and ancient wrapping gown;
amid the ducts of pharaohs, flee!
Brought forth from antique sound.
Yet, tend a hand which loves the most,
and sing sweet fervor, dwell.
In most harmonious tainted lands,
where neer a frail child swells.
Into this thought, bring Gods pure voice;
though aged view does collide.
Round muster caskets painted forth;
with frugal pockets, thrive.
Found in the days of haggle lost;
a buttered tawdry lie.
Amidst erotic passion, felt;
weeps through in morning sky.
Come, ardor, croon of maiden fair;
anomalous ways of nigh.
Ask, to whom, kind sir, do you impose
sweet placid love gone dry?
Awake, in shackles made of chain;
where heathens sought freedom, deranged.
This heart, no longer kind or tame;
breathes long lost brittle fame.
Tormented soil of bellys roar,
and bitter turmoil mused, why?
Freckled boy, no tears adore;
swooned fragile force of light.
Take heed, dear one, of summers past;
bring falcon wings, abide.
What more to say to soulless ghost,
where no love built survives.
Todays best new poem was written by Nataly del Scott.
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