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My Moment Complete
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My Moment Complete |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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My Moment Complete as the night enters my world and the stars begin their shine my eyes close to my surroundings and see only your image a shadow, tall, lingering over me to polish my night with a smile, a look reflecting happiness. as the winds begin to blow and whistle through these hundred year walls my ears tune out their howling and hear only the whispers coming from the softest of lips touching my edges in answer to my hearts thoughts. as the coolness settles in and the moons in radiant shine my senses are overwhelmed, scented vanilla a candle that flickers, dances upon your skin outlining my dreams of priceless moments of you. when I see you in a morning's blink you are my moment complete a gift of you, in natures wrapping the last red rose of song, in silent awe, my eyes watch as petal by petal you fall unto me leaving your trail to follow. and as I reach out, the velvet softness still holds true, as I gather my moments piece by piece, living on hope, treasuring my find, floating them in my mind's bath to feel you surround me in warmth when the nights end becomes my day. ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II [This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (edited 03-14-2001).] |
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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
Your love, a treat for the senses. I loved it, thanks for sharing! A quarter of a century must pass, for the writer to understand what and why he writes. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I really like the feeling of this wonderful poetic verse! as the winds begin to blow and whistle through these hundred year walls my ears tune out their howling and hear only the whispers coming from the softest of lips touching my edges in answer to my hearts thoughts. Wonderful work Wynter! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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Allan Riverwood
since 2001-01-04
Posts 3502Winnipeg |
A very nice job.  The line "as petal by petal you fall unto me" was greatly creative and gave a very neat image.~Allan If I had your eyes, I'd be blind. For I can only see out of my own. ~~Carly Van Dort |
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DreamLess Member
since 2001-02-28
Posts 92 |
I really found your words very touching .. they are really deep and very wonderful thanx for sharing WRITTEN BY ME..(17 YRS HIGHSCHOOL GIRL) EASY ON ME.. I'M JUST AN AMATEUR |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Beautiful dream , living on hope gets hard though. You are strong, and maybe this will be real for you. I hope so. Sandra |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
walker I love your responses... huggzzz E thank you..I do live in this 100 year old house and those winds do howl through my thoughts *s Allan R thank you for your words of kind Dreamless I enjoy your visits, no matter what your age  Sandra this is more real then hope...just timing is off for now thank you *s ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II [This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (edited 03-16-2001).] |
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