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ma miller Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 806 |
arrows ... the slivers of her breath incise the air cutting their path directly for my heart the storm of her kiss deluge the streams flooding their banks directly for my desire the aurora of her love surrounds the sun magnifying its rays directly for my soul and i am hers M.A. Miller 08.11.00 My calling before me, let quill be my offering; For to be called poet, no greater gift to receive. M.A. |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
MA Miller... I was taken by the very last line! This is so perfect, clean and straight as an arrow!!! Today is a gift.... That is why they call it 'the Present'! |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii |
absolutely lovely Miller. Kindly, Redheart Angrybraids |
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