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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. Sometimes I fly Over mountains My arms for wings With a wish unspoken Yet somehow understood The dead are alive I say All the right words At the exact moments Required Just in time I arrive That special one In a place only ours No longer is waiting The quest accomplished And journey done The Garden of Eden Elysium Avalon By the sea Marvels and miracles And yet how strange it is They almost and always And forever so completely Disappear The crimson light In the yellow curtains The sun just rising Above the trees . |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
When you fly you do it with awesome elegance. This is very inspiring. M |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
"The crimson light In the yellow curtains The sun just rising Above the trees" ...could almost stand alone, but it makes a fine ending for an excellent write |
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