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rad802 Member
since 2008-04-19
Posts 279KY U.S.A. 
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This interface This coarse visage does not paint my soul all the color's still remain the palette bleeding in the rain This deafness This hard quiet does not sing my heart sad melodies cannot constrain the symphony inside my brain This software This tattered page does not speak my mind though inspiration can't sustain all this poor vessel would contain A worthy legacy is the irrevocable consequence of dreaming. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Beautiful thoughts, dear Rick. Our potential is enormous, we are much larger than we might think. To be aware of being a precious vessel means to touch upon wonderment. You say "poor" in your humbleness, Poet, but "rich" does it more justice. Love, Margherita  "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Yea, I like this very much, Radman~ We are so much more than that, and yet we bleed poetry like the palette in the rain. Love that analogy. Always a fan! |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
I enjoyed your good imagery and comparisons. |
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unboundpoetess Member
since 2008-05-24
Posts 477 |
Your soul bleeds colors incandescently, humble Rick. Heather |
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