I have an easy beauty one that is happy.
I glide on the surface of winds.
I glide on the surface of seas
I have grown sentimental
I no longer know the guide
I no longer move silk over ice
I am diseased flowers and stones
I love the most chinese of nudes
I love the most naked lapses of wings
I am old but here I am beautiful
And the shadow that flows from the deep windows
Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
The Word
Paul Eluard
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Poem topics: beautiful, beauty, dark, happy, heart, evening, shadow, deep, guide, ice, easy, surface, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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