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quiet observations from the Open Road
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quiet observations from the Open Road |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She wore her heart towards the open road her eyes brought a seasons knees come towards the small grounds hall She was dressed in lavender, laced, black boots with auburn strands of hair touching the small eyes that watched from the open road. Her skin was made of the sand by the waist side of the road slightly rugged, but softly brown in the way its tone hit the tilt of the sunset She watched the storm come maybe this time her legs won't trust the floor to hold secrets, anymore Its the soft way that she carried her face towards the north bound train tracks where the carriage of trees used to find their way through the heart of a woman's chilled back. The open road lent its hand towards her lighter shade of her eyes with her wrist soft, rather silent for the wince of a woman's voice is never as sad as a mans long journey by his lonesome. [This message has been edited by Tomer (05-15-2013 06:54 PM).] |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
It's true that there's always at least two sides to every story... but, still, in this case, I seem to have my emotions drawn more toward the side of the woman and her thoughts as she's looking down that open road. Enjoyed!  |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Lighthouse- There are two sides to every story, sometimes three. Happy you enjoyed. Cheers Tomer |
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