| Open Poetry #44 |
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Mental Rainstorm |
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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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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
This is lovely. The misspelling of 'petals' threw me at first, but when I got through that I just read it and sighed. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
PrestonThePoet - enjoyed your writing... BC |
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Wordplay Junior Member
since 2009-04-07
Posts 13 |
Like a elegant glass of warm scotch. Delightful and takes lifes edge off. Kudos! |
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