Loose Portrait of Lola Baudelaire

mirror, mirror on the wall,
can this be my entropy?

i researched It only
to find her open
in fair Valencia

whence my mind’s too senses
born afresh as under Capricorn

whilst queueing for
the daily mirror’s view

i kiss you, i kiss you
your eyes like stolen flowers…

no one on earth will ever need

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  • lolowe
    loloweabout 3 years ago

    You have some beautiful lines in this poem Hudson! < 3 < 3

  • glad it was you who noticed:)

    – Hudson Dotorg (The Plume)

  • problem is its not about having beautiful lines. my poems make you think. but noone wants to think. they wanna be told what to think when htey read. but with all due respect thats what essays are for and prose.

    – Hudson Dotorg (The Plume)

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