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The Language of the Angels flutter, flutter; ten-thousand tongues ruffle the spirit. in the midst of flight, cellophane heavens soar out the mouth. kissed of anguish the blue sky cries, "why do you not look upon me with lust anymore?" the lips ignite songs triumphant, and the wind stirs, and the sails glide. with wings risen truly, truly feather-light blue time trickles time. beyond freedom understanding has streamed above, and so descends the tongue of angels. purely spun words birthed from the womb of naked light. |
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this has been redone a million times it seems i hope you enjoy this, god bless v.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lennard J. McIntosh On Date: 2004-06-03 16:38:44
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.61905
Valene:
I can't fault this piece. It flows well and the diction is outstanding. This is
good poetry.
Writer: "why do you not look upon me with lust anymore?"
LJMC: I assume this single, long line is an error in posting?
Thank you for posting. Lennard McIntosh