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Moonlit night
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Moonlit night |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
A cold wind blows across a moonlit night The chilly water ripples in an ocean cove The seaside forest rustles gently with the breeze The stars twinkle like diamonds on a sea of black velvet in the sky A singly solitary soul stands quietly, thinking of times long past Her long golden hair blows around her saddened face In a time of happiness she had a great love of life A crystalline tear slips out of her midnight blue eyes and falls silently As she walks along the shore, she wipes her tears away In this world, dreams for her would never come true All she had ever known in her life was loss This situation should not be anything new The sound of a waterfall cascades through the silent air A love for them had been something they’d both shared She hung her head, wondering what she’d done to deserve this All she wanted was a friend A shooting star streaks across a moonlit night The seaside forest casts a shadow across its ocean cove The chilly water ripples with the gentle breeze The sea of black velvet in the sky is showered with its moonlit night Sometimes the most important things can't be seen with the eyes, but are rather felt with the heart. |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Well done... I enjoyed muchly. |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
A great glimpse into your soul, Cassers. I do hope the pain is lessening for you. Although I'm not the best friend I could be, I will try my best to be here for you. My advice to you is simply this. Let him go. Let the winds of change sweep him and all the pain with him away. I know it must be hard. But don't let him weigh you down. Fly to the sky, my friend. For that's where you are destined to be. *Krista Knutson* "Every moment marked with apparitions of your soul...." ~*Sarah McLachlan- Do What You Have To Do*~ |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
DawnEclipse~ Your own words in this beautiful rendering should give you hope ..... 'A shooting star streaks across a moonlit night' A shooting star is an omen of coming good. One goes out ... another is alight. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Dusk Treader
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Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Great poem Cassie, though the motivation behind it is not great at all. I must agree with Krista here, you have to leave him behind, forget about him. He's only bringing you down, and that's one place where I don't want to see you, but you don't belong. If you still need me to stay after school (I know that was a long time ago...) or listen, I'll be there. A writer's soul is on paper etched. In flames I shall not be consumed, but reborn. -- Abrahm Simons |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
Thanks for the replies. I know my motivation wasn't the greatest. I just wish I had done something to avoid loosing that friendship. Shooting stars are hope, and that's what i've got.  thanks everyone.Sometimes the most important things can't be seen with the eyes, but are rather felt with the heart. |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
Really liked your expression. Friendship is a two way street. Often, others do not return the same trust or caring that is the foundation of a good friendship. This was well written I feel. |
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tulip Member
since 1999-07-04
Posts 320unknown |
Dawn, I enjoyed the imagery...it was beautiful. |
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KRex New Member
since 2000-02-27
Posts 6 |
Very nice imagery in this poem. A lot of pain and passion went into it. I like this one very much. |
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First__Knight Senior Member
since 1999-11-08
Posts 678 |
What a beautiful picture painted with your words. Outstanding There are two kinds of pedestrians...the quick and the dead. Drive it like you stole it. |
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