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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone 
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Hurtful scrawls across the canvas of my life jagged lines torn from corners of black and blue dreams pristine white hope stained with droplets of red pain filled artistry your talent given over to cruelty painting me abruptly out of the picture... |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Then he must not know the true beauty of art as it is ALWAYS painted in love and with a passion or it is not art at all. His loss and I am sure you will find yourself stretched across the canvas of a much more worthy painter of life. Excellent write my friend. A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses. author unknown |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
His loss, indeed, and your gain. Excellent expression, Sandra. Denise |
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athena4 Senior Member
since 2000-12-10
Posts 622 |
Sandra, I can feel your depth of love and sorrow. Your heart is a masterpiece of beauty, and one day your Prince will hang your portrait in his gallery. I know you will find him someday... Love, Elise |
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