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Pistol, Rose Road
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Pistol, Rose Road |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
There is a pistol at the end of the road roses on the fairway cheeks that saunter through endless ways like caramels of the sun The way a town seamlessly moves brick roads, gravel the scent of a thousand scenes where the moon humbled those under its gaze Her heart winded down a throat of silence where the indecision leads to a few moments lost met by the most feared of all words, 'regret' Pistols of the sea The rose of her sweater so eloquently sewn on her she felt the sea hug her That small wrestling of the waves like the blue pastels that treaded along her sweater every morning she got up to cease the pistol way road. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
A lot of guessing for me on this one. Love the way you blended words and weaved out your story. Nice write. I wish I could understand its meaning. Does it have anything to do with this?? "Live your life as an exclamation, not an explanation!" ??? JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Live your life as if you're facing a pistol to your head and enjoy the roses when they present themselves. You pretty much nailed it. Cheers [This message has been edited by Tomer (11-10-2011 02:20 PM).] |
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