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Mortality |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state 
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Where mortal primose petals weep and lie clutches of black earth rise to greet their fall. Is there still chance to seek comfort from sages? hearts grow weak,I witness constant mood changes I am lacking in answers to life's long ages "take my hand", said he as we walk through all stages. My conscience like the flower weeps dust on the its sheath you will sweep "hush little child don't utter a peep", he'll guide through the night, asleep. [This message has been edited by ecrivan (02-19-2002 07:16 PM).] |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
This is touching, an awesome write here Ecrivan. love it. much feeling, floria Floria |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
thanks Floria, Much influenced by this hamlet production that we're performing and the questions he posed  |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (sigh) Wow, I just love how you always get inspired so wonderfully, this is a wonderfully expressive verse! (big hugggssssss) We all love you so much, sweet friend, may his consciousness always guide him and embrace hi with comfort! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Martin, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
I throw the guantlet in the bullring, and it's either me or the bull ) |
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