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Giant Strides. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665
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Skulking into shadows, wind my only companion. Fields brown and sage, rolling off to the horizon, hung with racing white clouds, astride a silent land. Harsh granite stones, peppering an ancient earth. Hunting grounds of yesteryear, now hunted by tourists and walkers, bearing poles and dangerous bright clothing. At the touch of love, everyone becomes poets. Plato 427 BC-348. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
This flows really well, which is one of the reasons I was engaged by it. I really like the way you described the change from nature to people. Look forward to more posts. Nicely done. |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
antarctic? or mars? a beautiful poem and I love all the words and verses but still think about the meanings. enjoyed. |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
Even the blind could see through your vivid descriptions, never have known or seen before, they could paint the pictures by listening to your words. J. M. Barrie, the playwright, may have said it best when he wrote, “God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.” |
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Kristabell Senior Member
since 2003-11-29
Posts 678Portland, OR |
A Romantic Heart is right. Nice write, Kristabell "You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you." James Lane Allen |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow that last line there...nicely done |
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