The Spectator Poem by James Walter Orr
The Spectator
Dauntless is your spirit and shines from your face;
Entrancing: your form, with a soul full of grace;
Your hot aura burns the confines of your space.
Gods struggle in line just to be first in place,
to bask in the warmth of that loving embrace.
I hide here behind my old cold stony face.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
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