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...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
ayradyss
ayradyss
About poetry
This is the latest. Like I said, I don't know if I -like- it.
O Jezebel
          my mirrored child
      Your shadowed eyes
                     remember:
The summer's gone
        When days were wild
     This autumn chill
                        will break them

Bend down and rest
          your weary head
                  These days are cold,
      this autumn,
                     And dreams are dull,
Their meaning fled
           And comfort bring
                             no longer

You stand and wait
               For winter's chill
        Don't fear the storm
                             that threatens
    I'll meet you there
on frozen hill
                 And glory there
          together

    My Jezebel,
             of gold and green
       Don't fear the cold
                      and shadow
the dark will pass
          to summer's gleam
   And we will love
              forever

"Jez", 25-10-02

now feeling:: contemplative contemplative
now hearing:: The Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship of the Ring - 1 of 2

1 whisper echoes . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word
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feathered From: feathered Date: October 28th, 2002 07:04 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
I'm not sure I understand it. Who is Jezebel?
1 whisper echoes . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word