An irritation noticed
goes not unforgotten, like
A drop of blood that stains
and will not fade.
A wound that pierces to the soul
Within the soul does stay 'till death
a shaft of pain
a trace of night
That bars the soul from finding light.
the giant tortoise
This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.
talk to me at dreambig16@hotmail.com
About Me
- Name: A Vibrant Petal
- Location: United States
She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.
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