One More
the wings fold
and her gold
nimbus dulls
as she climbs
aloft her soft bed
of soporific manuscript
seductively scribed
with arduous marks
portentous and bold
waiting to be
edited then sold
bound in dreams
in past tense pages
another ego
is found
lost
in the
universe
Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2009-11-02 at 00:41
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