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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
The year is 1944, In the midst of a world at war, Through her slot in time, She arrives. She is officially "alive." Armed only with her map of destiny That God has sprinkled with the stars. Of what was, and what will be. She finds no soul mate on this plane, There's no burning quest for wealth or fame. She's just a dreamer cast adrift, Waiting for the fog to lift, Taking solace from the time She spends creating dreams that rhyme. Ida Werrett I wrote this poem when I was very young and very dramatic. It's interesting to look back. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Enoyed the living photograph of you and the moment, Ida. - Owl |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"She's just a dreamer cast adrift, Waiting for the fog to lift, Taking solace from the time She spends creating dreams that rhyme." ~ A very fine poet in the making!  Enjoyed this glimpse of you as a budding poetess! Love to you! Linda  |
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