Beach Leanbh

Rookie - 0 Points (07/22/1982)

Biography of Beach Leanbh

Just a boy, writing for his muse - with blazing eyes dark as coal and soft lips that taste of melons and the rain

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We Are But Trees

Scorned masses cannot perceive my heart
Their hearts lay broken on the grass. Fallowed, lifeless, empty and without function
While mine shoots abundant. Ever growing, ever reaching upward

But if I am a tree, what are you?
Are you the sun? I think not, for that would make you unreachable
A flawless idol prayed to, but never achieved
Seen, but never heard. Felt, but never touched

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