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elisalie16 Member
since 2006-07-12
Posts 118new jersey |
as days turn into seasons now we stop and see the air in the spots it glows pink or turns straight to gold slowly spinning us down to leaning on rails. fans sway the rooms we circle by hour to sunsets and sparkling heads our ankles cross knowingly in comfort quite near and the echoes of hallways rise up as pens etch along paper with the sounds of old faces filling the cartridge with the dark ink of pasts. the nights fall more slowly now that clocks turn them back and the darkness lays soft pushing those that linger inside to bright glass of something serenly painted and calm with aged fires burning down to ashed logs. heat sinks back into ground met by newness and hope while the static of lasts sparks late in the sky to remind of true loves and those heart beats that skipped under waters real blue and stars blinking in awe. with that warming well lapsed these nights start them new and spirits meet quick on corners lacing silk through our fingers. those soft pinks and dust purples that fill spaces with wonder amaze my eyes as they watch everything thats unseen. and though the days havent shifted yet theyre getting there strong and the gleaming of something so great it must only be felt and held close tugs at strings behind eyelids to shine light on grey skies and show brilliant sparks flying off in the distance so that when our gaze locks and turns kind at the edge we're sure of a purpose and safe in our skin |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I like this |
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elisalie16 Member
since 2006-07-12
Posts 118new jersey |
thanks a lot |
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deval Junior Member
since 2007-05-06
Posts 16 |
simply wonderful amaze my eyes as they watch everything thats unseen. you are right .... |
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