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A Mixture Of Dialects
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A Mixture Of Dialects |
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titch k Member
since 2003-11-25
Posts 123 |
My shadow sticks I'm spun out, on a jutting rock! Forgotten; So are the vines Heaven, rid of it's pupil Springtime, sing me your song; Watching and pining You boasted you were a match for love; You lie there, flirting with your eyes; A mixture of dialects O Love, all that Holy race And at last; You've come! And tonight, was the night, I was to come to you, in odd likenesses Creating both the singer and the audience; I ache for thy captivity careless of form or face My fierce impatience ends Still, let my tyrants know O many named, and many shrined Mouth watering and as soft as sleep I am lost for words, to say how lovely you are And relish her longing; Soundless, a Realm, unresting presence; The feelings I would share A city of your own; It's beautiful; And you'll say, all that needs said ! Titch [This message has been edited by titch k (12-04-2003 06:02 AM).] |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
O many named, and many shrined Mouth watering and as soft as sleep I am lost for words, to say how lovely you are And relish her longing; Soundless, a Realm, unresting presence; The feelings I would share A city of your own; It's beautiful; And you'll say, all that needs said ! Titch, I especially liked this last verse.  Hugs  Ethel |
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