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And I Ran
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And I Ran |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
I tip-toed out the front door through the yard, into the street. I couldn’t stay here any more- Had to admit defeat. I ran along the sidewalk, past the houses oh, so tall. I stepped where children wrote with chalk, inside drawings, big and small. I ran upon the concrete, past homes of youth and eld, past all the lovely yards, so sweet, as if no eye beheld. I ran past all the mail boxes and I ran past the church. Changing through the equinoxes; flying past the trees of birch. I ran outside the edge of town in to the darkest night. I was still in my evening gown of subtle pearls and white. I ran along the highway, not stopping for a breath. Not smelling flowers on the way, I was running to my death. I ran to see the graveyard, I ran right through the gates. The ground was really not so hard- and I sat down to seal my fate. ‘Twas your tomb I sat upon; I felt your body near. Decaying, yes, sweet carrion... Just knowing you were here... I laid down on your flowers and I sunk in to the ground. Losing track of all the hours, losing the sense of sound. I felt your arms embrace me. I exhaled just once more. Together in tranquillity we’ll be forever-more. ©1999 Erin Solari ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Very sad, but well put |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
Thanks hoot! This is just one of those early morning things... ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Oh, so sad...but, beautifully written. |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
Melancholic and sad. It fits my mood perfectly. ------------------ Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings? DreamEvil© |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
Melancholy is a specialty of mine, I think... ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
A beautifully sad piece, one voice. I love it. ------------------ *Krista Knutson* "Your kiss upon my face feels like a brush with grace, baby thats all it takes to take me higher..." SHeDaisy |
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azblond Senior Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 637The Steamy Desert |
I sooo Loved this...a beautiful piece, not the way one would typically think of a love poem, but love neverless. Well Done. ------------------ For sometimes when the Darkness falls, we must surrender, take what is ours, and give what we can, and always remember love is somewhere waiting... |
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Princess Lily Member
since 1999-07-13
Posts 149USA |
I love it!so sad yet so true.Love has no limits  ------------------ We see only what we want to see~unless perhaps~we believe *A rose is a rose it withers and dies...so long as you keep it the memories stay alive* |
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