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the years
track across my face
trailing lines,
traces,
scars in my
once-smooth
complexion, darkening
blonde hair to brown,
streaking it
with white
yet still
does my heart
race when you
reach for me, blood
burns, skin
sings, and
time-softened
lips know well
the path to
eden
track across my face
trailing lines,
traces,
scars in my
once-smooth
complexion, darkening
blonde hair to brown,
streaking it
with white
yet still
does my heart
race when you
reach for me, blood
burns, skin
sings, and
time-softened
lips know well
the path to
eden
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It's always good to bang the "life goes on" drum, and it helps when the drummer is as convincing as you.
I do have a reservation, that the opening of the second stanza could be strengthened.
Your use of the question syntax "does my heart" is a little incongruous against the poem's contemporary colloquial diction. Yet my heart still races?
I do have a reservation, that the opening of the second stanza could be strengthened.
Your use of the question syntax "does my heart" is a little incongruous against the poem's contemporary colloquial diction. Yet my heart still races?