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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
He sat there with his arms folded Sitting next to his cold hands like a dog pedaling in the snow next to it's owner. His young, brittle, teeth chattered as he lay hunched under his fathers arm. Hs hair lay parted between his fathers lap and coat, and his father sang the song That resonated every Friday Night. The boy watched as the road continued to sleep, the land was so empty, like a ballroom after one last dance, and his eyes couldn't glance, couldn't fathom another a second, minute That festered between light and night, And so he watched with his eyes closed Picturing a spring like sight, sitting atop his fathers shoulders. |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
A memorable, intimate write. Loved it! |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Beautifully done, Tomer. A special sharing moment, unencumbered by redundancies or froth. Excellent. Sutra 93: Do not speak to me of Reality: it is a personal concept that varies with the Observer. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks for the love, Gbride and Hippie Cheers |
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