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pegasus111 Member Elite
since 2000-07-27
Posts 2219ocala, fl, usa 
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What color is the heart abandoned left to wither like thirsty wheat is it red as the bloody morning sun before the furious storm or dark as midnight indigo in a black and starless sky does it beat in a steady rhythm or sputter in irregular cadence the reflection of a wounded soul do the tears flow in perpetuity or does the madness of spirit finally end slowly receding into a murky past buried with the ghosts of unkind memories a dull nagging ache impossible to forget these questions are thrown into the wind wrenched from lips cracked with sorrow but the merciless wind does not answer it never does the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost |
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ellie LeJeune Member Elite
since 2000-01-10
Posts 4156King of Prussia, PA USA |
Peg; This Hauntingly lovely poem of heartache and malancholia is exquisite writing! When the depths of sorrow become this bottomless, there is nowhere left to go but towards the light, where the rainbow, inevitably, will be found.....and God's Love!  A friend hears the song in my heart, and sings it to me when my memory fails. |
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Trillium 
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
The sorrow you feel oozes out of every line! Such a moving poem! |
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amusemi Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1262A State of Disarray |
Tough read, full of dispair and abandonment. I ache when reading it. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
This is a heartfelt poem, written by one who knows whereof he speaks. Perhaps one has to suffer to write such exquisite phrases. Joyce |
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BloomingRose Member Elite
since 2000-08-09
Posts 3092Florida |
The winds of adversity can hurt and do seem to be indifferent, but through it all we can choose to have faith and believe that there is good in life and it sometimes comes from things the eye cannot see. Hugs, Deb |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Pegasus~ This truly aches of knowing ... Poignant read~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
I didnt really understand fully till I read the last line. But its nice to see you again  Write what you feel, feel what you wrtie. |
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