Mark David Easton - Poetry and Prose
Thursday, 2 June 2011
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My soul an empty canvas
an unwritten book
my mind follows like brush strokes
of my infatuation
where you first became an angel
Illuminated by my longing
like an untouchable light
you entered into my life
and killed me with a kiss
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I heard your name
I saw your face in every shadow
heard your voice from every corner
calling me till i could take no more
your name on my lips though i dared
not speak it
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