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To N
by Richard TrotterHumming like an earthquake
Your beauty emanates
an industry of heartache
calls to signal my fate,
as you swim into the lake
after locking the gates.
And yet you illustrate
each song seducing my ear
delicate words so ornate:
you're the poems of yesteryear
which I excavate
and use to see me clear.
You're the blank stare of dawn
in a world without worth
spinning with innocent scorn,
your messages in the turf
You're the finest unicorn
that races across the earth.
You are the moment
when cinema lights fade,
the sunlight escaping
into an autumn glade,
You are the failures
I struggle to evade. 10/26/2006 Posted on 10/26/2006
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