Open Poetry #48 |
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Until There Was You |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! ![]() |
Until There Was You I listen … listen quietly with the heart to the sound of dry maple leaves falling by moonlight (brittle truth of another Autumn passing) and the night wind softly singing in requiem to the final golden hours of Indian Summer slipping away into a bleak-foreboding November world of the soul’s remorse and discontent. I know only that my life has been the Winter tumbleweed on a thousand-mile journey to nowhere until there was you! ---- b. e. adams (10/2/2013) |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...James |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Beautiful, Bruce, sometimes it seems we are directed to nowhere and yet every step counts. Margherita |
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