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Waiting |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
Golden moon reflects silver stars, A cool early autum breeze whisphers, An old bent willow weeps tears of emerald, And the grasshoppers play the melodie, Flikering light as firefly dance, As the old owl peers into night, Sweet smell of freshly morning dew, And dusty clouds hang in the air, Sun peeks o'er the hills sky hues purply red, The lush green hill roll over to the sky, Dark shadows appear under the rising sun, Calvely, swordsmen and acrhers march forwards, And the battle has already begun. You don't have a choice to die but you do have a choice how you meet it. |
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Mother_Earth Senior Member
since 2000-11-20
Posts 13701/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan |
Moon Dust, is this a story about you (moon dust)? You paint a wonderful picture with your words. I love this. ME |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Great word pictures very well presented....a very good poem! |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
ME - In a way yes, I wanted to convey the tensions of waiting for sometihng good or bad. But thank u for reading. ethome - thank u also. You don't have a choice to die but you do have a choice how you meet it. |
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