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As Skies Become My Eyes
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As Skies Become My Eyes |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
The storms seem imminent Passing over, waves of charcoal rover, high Striking as they thunder in their passing by Blue, rolls into parted cups of sunshine spilled Looking up my heart is raised and filled Listening to color codes that pile high in alamodes Complete the turn events that churn and fall Likely as the cycle yet in destiny’s recall Blue, the color of these Grand nights bow To daylights in a softer hue somehow And I recall the ways of waves in aspects so To see the way the world can turn In random come and go Copyright Kkh 9/15/03 |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
as the cycle yet in destiny's recall. Very nice write. mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Simply lovely! Enjoyed. Chris  "Hope" is the thing with feathers |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
There was once another famous painter... on canvas, ceilings, other places.... somewhat like you....but had only one ear.... I think you have both, right? (smile) Excellent imagery K. you astound me.... |
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