Here's a taster:
The moon's sweet dew-drops twinkled in her eyes,
As the scarlet sunset dripped, dropped its guise —
Droopy, upon a soft, sodden shoulder.
The sun's dying breaths soon stained the night,
With faint whispers of white, smouldering light —
Falling gently upon this soft, sodden shoulder,
As days became ever colder, ever colder.
Heavy focus on rhythm and sound.
-- Torpeh.
05-Nov-2007 21:16:12