Slipping away slow,
Salty tears stain cheeks,
Slick streaks of sadness
Sting skin known to scar.
Silent sins speak sounds softly,
Sweet sighs might be whimpers,
Saying secrets so sinlessly.
Swords stab with silver slices,
Singing surrender with each swing.
Stripped bare, scared senseless,
Standing still against strong wind.
Sinuous sky rains smothered souls,
Searching for safety or for sorrows,
Suspicious or sadistic, and
So-called synthetic
Silk that smells like serpentine.
a.l.c
Lovely
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Thank you 😊
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Alliteration done right! 😎👌💯
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Thank you, friend 🙂
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Skillful
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The letter for today is “S.” So smoothly you sowed the seeds of the essence of ES!!
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Thankssss 🐍😎
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Very good.
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Scintillatingly super!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Pretty amazing that so much meaning can be freed from within the bounds of restriction. The essence of poesy. 😉
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Intricate
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