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Choices. |
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fool Member
since 2000-02-07
Posts 61 |
She stands alone again skin like frosted mornings hair a wild expression of beauty not fortold. She stare out across the hills she climbed to distant memories and forgotton kisses. She holds her past in her eyes and all the colours of the rainbow glimmer in the pupils,all the desire shes ever felt is worn in her sad face. She sheds a tear of regret and feels the warmth of it track down her face to wet cracked lips and moisten a bleeding soul. She has lost time and time again She's paid the cost time and time again. She's loved and seen it wither She's hated and seen the flame of anger flicker and fade within her. Her beauty is given and all who see her are truly spellbound,earthbound, moved by the gentle strength she wears like armour around her. She stands alone again, and watches the day pass away, evening beckons to her, with the promise of cold loneliness once more. Without a word she starts back down to face the empty place fates made for her, and she smiles to herself as she walks, for fate is but another word for her choices she has made. |
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msstt Junior Member
since 2000-05-03
Posts 23Huntington,Ind |
Wow I really thought this to be great.And it sounded so much like me in many times of my life.Tricia |
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jkm1 Junior Member
since 2000-04-30
Posts 11 |
i liked this a lot. your descriptions were really eloquent and emotion filled. =) -jo |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
A very interesting read...I believe that we have control of our choices but we do not have control over the consequences of our choices. We can make a choice this very moment but who know what the future holds...hopefully the better the choices the better our future. James |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Fool~ With lovely longing thoughts like this, I'd say you're nobody's 'fool'. This is an intriguing piece of fine writing. Touching deep .. someone's soul. Glad you shared it with us. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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