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OLIAS
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0 posted 2001-03-18 04:34 PM


Old Indian

Eyes soft daubs
shadowing past forgotten trails,
He astride pine straight pinto,
Melted war paint
staining eagle dark desire,
At last, found father midnight.


Sunset (haiku)

Dusks cocoon enshrouds
vermillion silences,
subtle, sunset steals.

Olias.

[This message has been edited by OLIAS (edited 03-18-2001).]

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Lady In White
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1 posted 2001-03-18 04:38 PM


Olias...you are either very well read, or you are very well, red...and I curtsey to you, Sir, for your forthright words...both offerings, quite beautiful. Thank you.
Meadowmuse
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2 posted 2001-03-18 05:03 PM


I admire your solemn word paintings here. Thank you for them.

Claire

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau


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3 posted 2001-03-18 09:32 PM


OLIAS~
Just lovely !
~*Marge*~

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OLIAS
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4 posted 2001-03-19 01:10 PM


Lady in white,
After reading your kind words I'm very red.... Thank you.

Meadowmuse,
Thanks to you for reading.

Marge,
Its an honour to read you kind comments

Regards to you all,

Olias.

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5 posted 2001-03-21 08:48 PM


I liked both of these. . . they're the same. . . and yet different. . .

wonderful. . .

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