Temptation

 

It is my fate

To caress this goblet

of diamonds.

The whisper of celestial

voices

Tells me that an angel

Tries to keep me from

temptation.

But down the hallway

glide

Greed and avarice --

Très risqué!

 

 

--fleur    6.iv.04

 

 

(This was a mini-challenge: use all ten words in a
given list as is, with no changes to any of them in any way.
Run your mouse pointer over the poem to see the words)

 

 

 

 

Buttons and bar by
Creations by Dawn

 

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