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her blush along the fields |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I felt the way our eyes met, like the sailors that rode the sea with their fishhooks. She stood there with omnipresence, Eyes matched together on the lights of our souls She like winter snow, the slithering cold beneath her shoes For her nimble toes, her fingers around those Rosalyn cheeks of mine, Together it was statuesque, in the way people stand frozen, unaided, with their hearts like playmates at the morning go around. I felt a gusto of wind, the river of the south bend Besetting upon her long scarf, serenading her back as if it was falling in love with her before I could utter the words first. She was like the silence I remembered as a child, where my eyes turned to the night, realizing my dreams before the moon could caste its peaceful light. And for this silence, I took her to this place, where the land was my own, and the dirt between my clenched hands carried the fields and the crops from the sun down to our eyes, where the hands of time said goodbye. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Tomer..I enjoyed the content of this..would have liked it in shorter lines (line breaks not leaving out words) as each set of images could stand alone for moments..kewl stuff I felt the way our eyes met like the sailors that rode the sea with their fishhooks. She stood there with omnipresence, Eyes matched together on the lights of our souls She like winter snow the slithering cold beneath her shoes For her nimble toes, her fingers around those Rosalyn cheeks of mine Together it was statuesque in the way people stand frozen, unaided with their hearts like playmates at the morning go around. I felt a gusto of wind the river of the south bend Besetting upon her long scarf serenading her back as if it was falling in love with her before I could utter the words first. She was like the silence I remembered as a child where my eyes turned to the night realizing my dreams before the moon could caste its peaceful light. And for this silence, I took her to this place where the land was my own and the dirt between my clenched hands carried the fields and the crops from the sun down to our eyes where the hands of time said goodbye. © Copyright 2010 Tomer Fried - All Rights Reserved |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
I found this very beautiful, a pleasure to read! ~Amaryllis |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Guys.. Appreciate the insight, Daark. I wrote this in my notebook and just copied the format. Like the way you broke it down. Cheers |
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