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theLadypoet Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 97Or USA |
O,to be in my little room, where I can dream and sleep, as up the pallet of my walls shadow-brushes creep. Lands and lives and lifetimes appear and dance abve my head. All the angels of heaven sing and carry me to my bed. With sleepy eye, the dreamer watches as night becomes day... a fiery hand throws the sun around to chase the darkness away. Shaking out the last bits of night, light weilds its broom with glee, taking every little place where the night could play for me. "A woman is like a tea bag, you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water..." Eleanor Rooevelt |
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Poeminister Senior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 1862Regina SK; Canada |
ladypoet, Nice imagery and flow with this. Well done! Poeminister |
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Watersign6 Senior Member
since 2001-05-25
Posts 823Hurricane,WV |
you rock yet again with this amazing poem  |
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