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Prague 1 |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
I can see why they say this city is haunted The silent nights below dimly lit streets with a pale orange glow only the murmurs of drunken stags young wayward travelers dressed in rags bellowing from blocks away you see, no sound ever escapes these walls only to ricochet until lost returning to once more where it left on cold stone licks in the narrow streets where cobblestone meets granite and limestone bricks and moments ago no, hours the beautiful ladies once passed, with a traded glance like I was that ghost passing through the walls at the end and... up and down... around these halls like the silent snow flakes that never hit the ground lifted up buffed about never settling... nor making a sound |
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JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
Very vivid images in well penned poem! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very captivating imagery, dear Brad. Love, Margherita |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Most enjoyable, Kenneth. Ida |
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