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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Transplanted but it doesn’t grow instead it slowly fades away and love’s like that I’ll have you know when the soil of barren feel is all it’s feeding on. I watch from in this slow demise of one once risen up from the seed of womanhood into full grown planted love and will the feel of what took root to spread beyond the boundaries. No mind, nor I, can fly disguised from back then into now or can it, could it, would it, if released emotively to feed upon the good and true from land-locked loneliness? Nothing grows in loneliness and nothing ever will when the rough and tumble muck of heart sore weariness lies compacted round the core … and I watch the bend and fall of the stem, leaves, petals, all, from within, deep within, the inarguable truth. Night again! A woman’s hand gloved and shunned withdraws to stand within the shadow lands the tiller of love’s soil and a silent force uplifting the plain and simple truth from the killing fields of destructive denial! Helen / 19 August 2005 |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"Night again! A woman’s hand gloved and shunned withdraws to stand within the shadow lands the tiller of love’s soil and a silent force uplifting the plain and simple truth from the killing fields of destructive denial!" Yes, it is "night" here, too, Helen. How well I understand your feelings in this one now. *bunch of hugs*.......jo PS....I'm buying that book when I get my "allowance." Read the excerpt.....exquisite writing, Helen! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, jo, for the understanding. And the book -  - well, quality of printing aside, I hope you enjoy it. |
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