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Buoys |
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aries_luv_ppl Senior Member
since 2001-09-20
Posts 1448Universal Mind 
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We are like Standing in the middle of the sea, Separated by a line of buoys. We communicate Via the invisible screen. Though we touch, We can't hear the other Clearly under the wind. Under the sunlight I can't see your face. I can't see. I can't hear. We stand here in silence, And I’m guessing your thoughts. Until you ask me how I am, I don’t understand you… Then the rain falls, Pouring… on our backs… We run in different direction, As though… we never mean To be friends. //it may not be obvious in the first read, I mean to say, the screen as internet chat, the wind in phone conversation problem. Eliza Simmons |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
 Cold hands means a warm heart |
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angelswing Senior Member
since 2000-02-10
Posts 705United Kingdom |
Nicely written, I like this poem a lot I especially liked ... 'Though we touch, We can't hear the other Clearly under the wind. Under the sunlight I can't see your face.' ... that entire chunk; you get so much emotion in to it . Thanks . L.of.L. Tom . XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX 'There is only a very thin line between genius and insanity, this is measured only on sucess; I am proud to be considered an under-achieving genius'. |
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aries_luv_ppl Senior Member
since 2001-09-20
Posts 1448Universal Mind |
ya, I like that part of my poem too.  Eliza Simmons |
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