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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast 
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and now the dawn again in her long sleeve gown touching nipples of mountains with her amber fingers making them melt into but simple hills, hallowed hollow until she returns on the morrow with warm there are voices in her pockets like splendid strings she tugs at them with violin glancing strum and then smiles her lips to width of ocean the soothing she says heals memory of wounds I am but the distant wind touching trees between turning leaves into butterflies of amber and bronze so she might consider them as comfortable jewelry and might model it at the waterfall of afternoon when she bathes for those hours until the evening ______________ Daark |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You've painted a most lovely morning... I miss my CA hills...  |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
sweetsun, I am sure they miss you too...hurry back soon...and thank you lady for the eyes here. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
DS...It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood! |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
thank you lovely lady...you are a pleasure |
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flash Member
since 2010-11-28
Posts 213miami beach, florida |
you're quite the romantic...woman love romance--a missing ingredient in todays cyber age-- morning rays start it off and the glow from the light on the mountain carries over into afternoon and spreads to evening. A wonderful evocative poem! flash |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I am but the distant wind touching trees between turning leaves into butterflies of amber and bronze so she might consider them as comfortable jewelry and might model it at the waterfall of afternoon when she bathes for those hours until the evening Magical! Nature and your talent make for a spectacular piece of art. Love, Margherita |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
" I am but the distant wind touching..." That phrase is what I would like my poetry to sound like to others, as yours does to us. Ms. E |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Nicely done as always, enjoyed! kat >^..^< |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms mar, thank you lady friend ____________ ms E...your poems are just as they should be,,,,thanks babe ___________ ms Kat, thanks doll for the touch |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
How smooth the gold in this and the molt of wings.  |
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Angel4aKing Senior Member
since 2006-09-27
Posts 1372USA |
"there are voices in her pockets like splendid strings she tugs at them with violin glancing strum and then smiles her lips to width of ocean the soothing she says heals memory of wounds" this one is healing to the soul....enjoyed this one... ~~~kingsangel~~~ |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Ms Kl, thank you much ms __________ Ms Angel, thank you for the bless skin. |
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