Wake me on the edges of her created lakes,
Formed from streams, from raining eyes.
Life drops loosely
From the one without love,
Without two irises raised, above
To the universe, that crashes in her own.
The lakes receive meteorites.
Simple stains, remain
On her harrowed bosom
That beats so fiercely beneath the hovering moon.
Wake me on those edges
To see what I could not see.
To see, the whole fires
That melt the face, of its seeds.
Not the beginning after an ending could create the smile
That holds hands with a greater destiny
Beyond the pain,
Beyond the stains.
I want to warm her heart,
Without a fire, without a burn, without the starving element,
Without desire, with my turn to share the greater implement
Of something that does not fade, does not part.
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I really like stanza 3.
Suggestion–I do find the color contrast hard to read (hard on the eyes). I wonder if there is a better color combination.
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You mean, the font with the grayish background? I don’t think there’s way to customize it, unless I get the Business plan for WP.
Sorry about that.
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You should have access to a variety of free templates.
The almost brown font on the black background is hard to read.
Go to: my site, design, themes.
wordpress should give you a bunch of free themes, even if you aren’t paying an annual fee.
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Oh, you’re referring to the templates.
I was a bit confused, there.
I do have the premium plan. Perhaps I’ll change it.
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Just try a different color contrast for us middle aged readers.
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I hope it’s better now on your eyes. 😀
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Looks great! 10 times better!
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