ArdorA Poem by Rikkevi Rue
ardor might not be only about sensuality
Ardor Feb 2011
Ardor for the beauty of butterflies,
too soon revealed that he can't disguise,
from stone respect-to "no longer wise,"
yet held with wonder in children's eyes.
Ardor in the song of the sighing wind,
dark moaning devil yet laughing friend,
whirling dust dervish or leaves to spin,
drop to dead silent then re-begin.
Ardor for innocent children's eyes,
windows to hearts that have yet to lie,
tenderly sweet that may shameless cry,
ardor for life that will never die.
Copyright 2011 Rikkevi Rue
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© 2011 Rikkevi Rue
Added on March 24, 2011
Last Updated on March 24, 2011
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