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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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there is a headache star where poems are born. my muse shares her medications as a liquor. count the fourteen steps leading down to the bed. is anything i'm saying important to the sun? can the moon understand the fortunes of falling? she is calling. i can't move. i am not there to hear. a woman's beauty can be shared by all things even as the aftereffects can never be yours. so smile on, sun. until the moon wants us more. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
And thus we hang the constellation of her in the sky among all the other shining stars in our memory. Well written and the flow and message are superb. |
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grandiloquent Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 104Midwest America |
Tremendous opening... this is terribly well done. I so enjoyed the read. ~ megan |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Mark and Megan, Thanks for your replies. I just wanted to write from my head to the paper, and somehow this sorta mini love-story came out. Glad you enjoyed. Mike |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Nice kind of a glow, ain't it? Grins to ya, me lovely....and a happy equinox... |
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