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Your eyes... |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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As though a tempest tempting vessels, Your eyes in whirlpools submerge The open field, the school, the church, Consuming matter, sparing essence. No poet’s words have ever traced Those eyes as closely as your cup. Your lips dissolved, in every drop They left a charming after-taste. "I will not whole die, my soul in sacred lyre, will outlive my dust and will escape decay, And in the moonlit sphere, my glory will not tire As long as poets still remain" A. Pushkin |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Master, Like this a lot. Nice images here. Great job!!! Friends are friend forever if the Lord's the Lord of them and a friend will not say never cause the welcome will not end. --Michael W. Smith |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you Lone Wolf! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very nice, Master! Denise |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you Denise! |
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