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Spring morning |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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The wind touches only the surface, As the cream-colored curtains Remain, as virgins, Nerveless While the silence submerges The whispering servants. The sunrise softens Your sealed heavy eyelids as daylight coarsens And makes porous The forest, Where birds, in a chorus, Following heavenly orders, Praise you, Dolores. Their verses Fall short of your doorsteps And nervous, They wander like pilgrims and orphans, Without a home or a purpose. < !signature--> Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet [This message has been edited by Master (edited 10-19-2000).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Beautifully done, Master! Denise |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
Master-To speak and not be heard, your words capture it well, I liked, nicely done. |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you both, I've revised it a bit, do you think it sounds better now? Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
Master- very nicely written. i enjoyed reading it.  -vicky "...until you have read the verse on his heart, you have not truely met the poet." -vlraynes |
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