her eyes could speak
languages foreign and familiar
sweet sounds of soft and smooth silk
that like a stream spill forth
meanings too lovely for words
poems unpronounceable
laced invitations, gilded elegies
weaving gossamer threads
invisible and irresistible
that kiss and caress
as fleetingly as her gaze
secret parcels with velvet ribbons
fragile as a butterfly's dream
and as precious as its wings
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too specific/narrow/straightforward. too much embellishment. not saying enough
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the grace of a Grecian statue
features as if carved of marble
a thousand mysteries hidden in her eyes
sparkle like pieces of gold and silver
buried beneath a somber shroud
treasure that would inspire both brute
and empire alike
attempt to claim and conquer
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better
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The advertisement of a man - the cleverer you become the greater your capacity for (self )deception --- the ability of writing to edit a...
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