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Winter Hiatus |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Sad like A drip of wine, Bending with its bloody drop, Pirouetting with His loosely fit tie. A winter stage, Curled above His brown, laced boots, Sat his black, cashmere scarf. The signs of green That watched each corner, Lay it’s white eyes upon His thick, raspy, skin. His knuckles seamed together, With freckles of hair That spun its roots Into the frosty air That pasted the window stores. Dicing his way Through each corner, He spotted the wooden bench He grew ever so fond of. Like a woven quilt, Stitched with hands of silk, He sat with his back To the peoples stares, As he stray The air with blue hues, His vision caught fire Among the icy loom. [This message has been edited by Tomer (07-13-2007 07:27 PM).] |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
oh, you wrote fine poem. beautiful. enjoyed |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Fine poem indeed ARCTIC WIND |
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