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Helen
Contributed by
aliopterix
on
Friday, 30th December 2011 @ 01:54:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Helen
She flits past me so
Quickly that I am left
Only with her scent
Like a footprint in the
Air I am ensnared
I trace her aroma to
Finally gaze upon her
And am transfixed
For she is Helen a
Goddess amongst us
Time slows almost to
A standstill her lips
Move but I cannot hear
What she is saying I
Am dumbstruck lost
She is surrounded by a
Pack of baying dogs
Would be suitors who
Vie for her attention --
She casts only scraps
They think they are the
Hunters but the fools do
Not realise that they are
The prey and it is already
Too late they are hers
As soon as it began it is
Over she has gone and
In her wake the hunted
Are left chasing their tails
Wondering what happened
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Re: Helen
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by richard2 on
Friday, 30th December 2011 @ 04:49:51 PM AEST
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| Very Good. Great words about a beauty of the mirrors. I think we have all known one. |
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