Petal of Bliss

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    Petal of Bliss

     I hear that soft gentle voice calling me in the distance.
    I hear the rush of air as the shadow wings it's way towards me.
    Come faster.
    The wounds run so deep.
    Caress me with your pallid fingers.
    I stand here lachrymose as I wait.
    Let me lie in petals of bliss.
    Let me run into serenity.
    Take me!

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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