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Beneath the arc of a forlorn sun
I pleaded with your ghost.
Made banquets of ancient memories,
Poured draughts of faded kisses as wine
And begged for you to play the host.

I toasted to echoing sighs,
To whispered, needy names,
To longing, loving eyes.
Calling up your spirit again.

I realised I merely spoke to air
Yet spoke I did and still,
Much blinded to newborn dawn,
Of bittersweet was filled,
I danced with your silhouette
And feasted on the stillborn sorrow
of bitter, passed time.
©2006-2009 ~Wydan13
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My first piece after a long, long draught of writing. I hope you all enjoy.
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Wonderful imagery.
Gosh how unfair...I just noticed that whenever I and many other people submit poems into this category it hardly gets any page views. This poem deserves to be exposed more.

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~I arrived in America's airport with clothings, US dollars, and a jar of gypsy tears to protect me from AIDS. ~
:bulletblue:I must say this is very well writen and deeply beautiful. Keep up the good work.:bulletblue:

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:blackrose::fuzzydemon:I AM JUST WAITING FOR THE END:fuzzydemon::blackrose:
Thank you. I have to say I'm a bit guilty of that myself, since my devwatch is filled to the brim with artists and very few poets. I'll definitely be keeping an eye out for your works..
you are welcome

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:blackrose::fuzzydemon:i look forward to see you suffer for what you have done to me:fuzzydemon::blackrose:

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