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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
the Avon lady predicted he would walk the desert with his host she would sell her wares then there was this crystal ball one used to motion spirtual awakenings of the third kind dune sagas rifts of sands coursing through velvet hands The Avon lady rang doorbells under crisp blue skies offered heavenly moisterizers for angel-like complexions to cover thise damn spots referring to that picture of the steps along the ripples dunes that sifted spirtually shifted under a cloak he would walk in desert heats. Until the day the son did walk and drop without a drop of water his maker did not come to carry him across she was disappointed threw her crystal ball away there was no spiritual awakening just desert collapses shifted sands passing through velvet gloved hands until her city too would lie buried under windswept dunes laced with unknown footprints... [This message has been edited by wordwizard (07-13-2007 06:34 PM).] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
Thanks James, wishing you a good summer to you and many more pleasant poems..who knows where the writing will take me... |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
ENJOYED ARCTIC WIND |
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