Misery | Teen Ink


June 11, 2016
By Luckystar78 ELITE, London, Other
Luckystar78 ELITE, London, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"..though warm as summer it was fresh as spring." (Thomas Hardy) ("Far from the Madding crowd")

Flailing in a pool, she drinks in                                         the fresh water of her revival                                               The airy droplets patter patter down                                 onto smooth honey shaded shoulders

With painted on fire that rises like dust
From the rust on her skin,
She bathes in the dark, needs it, even;

For the beauty of the untainted turquoise
of the lark,
And the green fields in all its stark glory;
Is worth the hours that thrust on:
The hours that crush you down in misery.

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