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those souls will not go unwanted. nature's greed. [terza rima. formulaic poetry isn't my strength.]
Rated: Fiction K - English - Spiritual/Fantasy - Words: 50 - Reviews: 23 - Published: 02-10-06 - id: 2109569
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speak hushed, the candlelight adept
with tulips spitting spirits past
the garden's secret: guise unkept
an archway dripping ivy, fast
with pursing lips and yearning stares -
so temptingly the light recast
wisp-silver strands to capture fares
while weary spirits slink down paths
to capture life's abhorent snares
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