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LenMcC1 Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 68 |
Tuesday I met you in the park Alone and traveling in the dark The way the world is meant for me Amazing how spilt wine Creates a passage in time That will forever be in my dreams A blinded smile A bleeding hand One wonders what forces might be at play A simple question Leads to a digression That no one is prepared to say Bergman is what attracted us The shadows and the lonely lust Such a serendipitous confrontation Imaginations and libations Nothing more than a simple human lie But a lie is good if you know you should Suddenly you were taken from me Your aura, your dreams, your delicacy Our eyes met while frozen in time Your tears spoke volumes But I could not cry Cold to everything in the sky Tuesday was my final day At least that is what my heart would say Her existence forever pervades my mind A challenge that grows with passing time Happiness understands the dreams of regret But I only understand the day that we met |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
somewhat sad to me and very good |
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StarlitMind Junior Member
since 2010-03-17
Posts 12New England |
I liked how you kept bringing time back into it, it threaded the whole thing together, and going from "spilt wine" to "libations" was also a cool shift. |
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