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When The Words
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When The Words |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
When The Words Slow attrition leaves its mark As if a hollow; deep and dark Words are tatters, crevice keep Water runs, abundance seep Fingers strain through mind’s debris For when the words will come to me Some windblown sand left white and dry Well up the caverns but a sigh Emotions toil to stabilize For when the words fall from my eyes As fate allows time’s requiem A moment spent; deduce and sum My roil a river, pent up to pool Deep waters where such sands bejewel Articulations seem to pale When the words so often fail Copyright Kkh 7/30/09 |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Simply gorgeous! |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Wonderful imagery, dear TD! Such a sharp analysis ... words always dance in grace with your pen! Love, Margherita  |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Love this, Diamond. Words did not fail you here. Ida |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
Kathleen, this is absolutely beautiful. |
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