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Osprey Member
since 2009-04-12
Posts 249 |
Selfless She'd never dance a tune beneath his strings, though master puppeteer, imagined he. She gave the youthful, firmness of her flesh like concubine to slayer of her love. So many, lonely-midnight, wine-glass thoughts, rescanning time through melancholy nights; too many morning shutterings of the mind, when gloating suns drew lifeblood from her dreams. The hurt of violation's callous thrust, judged painfully 'gainst lover's gentle touch; a touch so distant, yet forever felt in longing conversations of the eyes. How often, and how aimlessly she'd fall like silent leaves on still, October nights, into the secret moments that they shared, though harsh reality stood sentry-still. In selfless sacrifice and passion shed, she wandered numb, in cold and loveless grey, yet ever holding close, an orphaned love, entombed within her mind for sanity. What now? As grey invades her auburn sheen, and crowsfeet catch the dew beneath her soul? A clasp of ageing hand, in ageing hand; So late, so very late, but free at last. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo dear Osprey, This is good, and heading in the right direction. I had a little trouble with the line: "How often, and how aimlessly she's fall" Love Bobby |
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Osprey Member
since 2009-04-12
Posts 249 |
Thanks Bobby(sorted), love ya too. Better go to bed. I'm getting a bit melancholy here. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Oh, but to love with that depth, so as to warm the years...what is good, is worth waiting for. Exceptional write. |
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Billie Cullimore Member
since 2009-03-27
Posts 315 |
Oh! Dear Osprey. Love and life is so fleeting you need a hug. Sweet dreams. Billie C. |
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