Monday, August 13, 2007

Echo of Blonde

Narcissus
lost in
clone streams

Beholds
the gold's
rippled gleams

Light and lust,
eyes to blonde
clarity rise

Burning bands
dyeing fair
bleach blonde skies.



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1 comment:

  1. Beysshoes4:13 PM

    David,

    I've revisited this poem several times. It, sometimes, comes off a simple beauty; other times beyond reach.

    Pls lend me your mirage.

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