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The Bridges of Madison
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The Bridges of Madison |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The Bridges of Madison Where they first met With her blonde hair shifting its way Onto her small white tank-top She was cold Almost shivering at the point Her clothes taking their layers off So the sides of her cheeks Could rest in peace He lent her his jacket His corduroy blue jacket That his father gave him When he was a young child Running down the streets of South Carolina. She was kind to his voice Her southern accent Zipped along the trains That made their way through the quiet town As they spoke to one another He could see their children Running through the backyard As the night chilled On the banks of winter He could see the way Each morning rose And each time it felt like the first For they spoke for hours Until the morning finally rose, once again The Bridges of Madison Where they first met under the white snow. [This message has been edited by Tomer (04-30-2011 07:18 PM).] |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Exxxxxxquisite! Owl |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
A good write and an enjoyable read. Well crafted. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Lovely write - there is beauty in this world, isn't there? Helen |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Owl, appreciate the love. Take care Cheers |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Easy. Happy you enjoyed Cheers |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Helen, Even amongst the chaos, I still believe it exists. Happy you enjoyed. Cheers |
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