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My Beautiful, My Wild Girl
By Eadgar Anton Crowe
Her skin is soft
Silk over the scales of mine
And with her hand I walk
Just she and I
Into the world, arms unfurled
Wrapt about her frame
With my pacing heart beat singing,
Fervently, her name
My beautiful, my wild girl
With brown hair and eyes aflame
Has come to kiss my world
In her own sacred way
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Copyright 2016 Eadgar Anton Crowe
Published on Thursday, April 14, 2016.
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"Poetry"
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On Thursday, April 14, 2016, tmanzano
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wrote:
This is so delicate and enchanting. Softly written. Impressive.
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A former member wrote:
"Silk over the scales of mine" elegant line!. This seems more like you and I was starting to miss that. Gentle, genuine, soft and lovely! Great piece!
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On Thursday, April 14, 2016, Eadgar Anton Crowe
(8) wrote:
I go through cycles. I always wander back around.
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A former member wrote:
Well I'm glad you came back around!
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On Thursday, April 14, 2016, Eadgar Anton Crowe
(8) wrote:
Unlike most of my poems this was written about a specific girl. Who has recently come into my life. Most of my love poems are more a comment on love than the relation of my experience with it.
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