Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Aroma
Deep, rich, dark
Distance, wealth, lack of light
Sweet is taste, wild is why.
How to say a smell of warm
of purring fur, content
How to convey
This feline form of grace
Stands upon me
Rubbing cheek to face.
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