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10pm at the bus terminal
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10pm at the bus terminal |
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ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
I stand upon puddles of snow, within the cool night. The wind is sweeping the trees, fresh air drifts as the night dreams. I see in the distance blue sails made of bed sheets swaying within a wooden boat. Sailing on mossy green, rocky water, upon the forest floor. I sailed to ant mountains and bird island. Meeting masked bandits, tricky foxes and ancient toads beyond the lily pads. The sun slowly dips into the horizon as the night unfolds. Embedded with the most precious of treasures were the adventures, those I encountered and the stars...those dazzling stars etched on the edge of this world of ours. However, they slowly fade into the clouds as the wind sweetly sweeps them away until a gently breeze awakens the inner essence of a child. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Loved the delightful images you gave the reader. I noticed a couple of things about your poem, so I checked you out and you didn't want critiques. Wasn't much, but if you don't want them I won't bother. I don't care for critiques either. ~*~ Love is friendship set on fire. ~*~ |
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ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
To JerryPat- thanks for the read and I don't mind. I did change a few things which might have a few errors along the way. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
love this , latearrival |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
nice descriptive piece which brings the readr into the waiting room with you |
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