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[email protected] Junior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 36Whitesboro,NY,USA |
a sigh echoes in the stifling earth and a suffocating breath of wind ripples hot across the grass and trickles through the tree leaves here the hot smell of summer lingers around the form of a girl lying in the sunbath- a heated victim of the burning air. she stirs on the dry grass as a cloud passes over the sky's light. the world darkens for a moment. she shivers, and is still. [This message has been edited by [email protected] (edited 09-27-1999).] |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
I like this, Mark. I could feel the dry heat of summer through your words. ------------------ It matters not how strait the gate; How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. --W.E. Henley Visit my poetry website: www.geocities.com/Paris/Musee/9954/ |
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