Dark Poetry #2 |
Thistles in my fingers |
Chained2illusions Junior Member
since 2000-08-09
Posts 45Elyria, Oh *at the moment* |
Silenced Whistles have melted away, Thistles in my fingers, Long strings connecting entwined between the souls, Plush, delicious delusions Touch me, feel the whispers of thousands past. Listen to the cries of souls alive in my lips. Everyone is staring, dancing shoes stapled to my feet. See me, lifetimes spinning endlessly. Prison walls paper made of steel. Breathe me, women of life, earth, winds of caverns blowing silently Thistles in my fingers, the whistles all have melted away. |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Hey there,...I REALLY like the way you write. Your style. This is an excellent piece. I'll read it again. Take care C2I. *Peace. |
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Chained2illusions Junior Member
since 2000-08-09
Posts 45Elyria, Oh *at the moment* |
Hey Fire, thanks much!!! Denise |
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