Open Poetry #44 |
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With each new day, A new vision. |
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PrestonThePoet Member
since 2007-11-07
Posts 87 |
Trickling into puddles; My sadness is. Pedals of a rose; Floating tenderly. No reflections, For I am not there. But with you, Wishing I hadn’t been. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Nice to see you posting again, Preston. Ida |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Very poetic, I enjoyed the part with the rose pedals, oouuu ![]() ![]() ARCTIC WIND |
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