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Moonlight rose
By Twisted Vanity
Soft and red
She tilts her head
a velvet tear
against the satin
of night
she opens herself
to the moon's milky light.
Her thorns are
for sorrow
grown in through
her youth
like a flower
inside her
she's writhering
and bleeding
too
She yearns to see truth
to take back her youth
to a writhering rose,
time is still too late
So she writhers in moonlight.
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Copyright 2004 Twisted Vanity
Published on Wednesday, March 17, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Moonlight rose"
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A former member wrote:
wonderfully written
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A former member wrote:
this remind me of poe's poem, "the sleeper"... i like this!
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A former member wrote:
It is sort of like "The Little Prince". Aww...this is exceptional...withering in the moonlight...how extraordinary.
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On Sunday, April 18, 2004, Mute Serenade
(445)
wrote:
Makes me think of St. Exupery's "The Little Prince".... beautiful book, check it out. Nice write.
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On Monday, April 19, 2004, Twisted Vanity
(13) wrote:
Hmm, Never heard of it..then again lately I've be SOOOOO busy I haven't had time to read anything.
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A former member wrote:
I love this, I truely do..
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