Open Poetry #1 |
Communicating after death |
Starfish Junior Member
since 1999-07-20
Posts 34New Zealand |
MEMO In my personal space, night drifts into day day into night I lean on my pillow move, forget till morning your head tilting eyes lilting since the last time we spoke NOTE I whisper your name and lay the wreath to ground. [email protected] |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas |
very nice! i like it much ------------------ "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me." -Charles Brugnot |
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