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Whispering Radiance

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His colors paint the rainbow of her life.

Golds, yellows, reds, blues . . .

She stares for hours at his face

Without a glimpse of shame.

Scars destroy her once flawless canvas.

He calls them her beauty.

They call them filth.

Among the flowers she is consumed with fire.

At times the fire is so intense that her scars can hardly be seen.

He calls her darling, sweetheart;

Whispers radiance into her ear.

He fills the occasional shades of gray

With his breathtaking veneration,

Like the rising sun on a dreary morning.

He removes her worries.

He shows her love.

He gives her hope.



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Saved said...
Jan. 11, 2009 at 4:14 pm
You show great creativity with the use of methaphors. It shows tenderness of heart and a great future in writing. This is a very good poem. Keep writing and make the public happy with your words. I am an author.
 
missmoocow66 said...
Jan. 10, 2009 at 2:16 am
its really good hannah! i knew you could write poems and you never say there good but they are !! kepp your goals high and write your heart out ! i love it
<3 maggie
 
itssally28 said...
Jan. 10, 2009 at 2:11 am
wow this is really beautiful
love you hannie!! :)
 
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