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Her story
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Her story |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Her sojourn on the other side of human happiness brings fingers rapping, scraping, down her window pane and only she can hear this screech of reality pierce through the lining of her sensitivity. At other times a lullaby and she falls asleep to the distant memory of a woman’s sexuality once vibrant and alive like a rose in bloom. Today she moves in tune with friendship’s lowly beat that rises to crescendos when loneliness appears and though still learning steps it’s okay until she rests because then the world of soul overtakes the known. Passion rises like a tree, tall, stately - this is her when the music of soul plays its haunting melody close up and personal and, indeed, deep within … but it passes over when fingers rap and scrape down her window pane. Midnight chimes the hour somewhere, sometime, the change when no window pane disturbs the world of soul … but of love, will it be there or still fighting ghoulish ghosts over there on the other side of spirit happiness? Helen / 10 July 2005 |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
excellent write one of your best I think |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Dixie. I guess the "other side" of anything stirs up the emotions. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
A keeper, Helen. I identify.  ....jo |
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