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As the Sun Sets
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As the Sun Sets |
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Masked Intruder
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since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets 
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Listen to the symphonic chirp of a summer’s cricket cleanly dying away in rattail ribbons muffled in morning’s slow animosity. Create a new world in fewer days and more nights, slipping new aromas into the flower garden and pain into His soul. The quandary came and went with a new line and reincarnated into something much heavier. As the Son peaks into its hottest hour, feel the unbearable, unquenching, undeniably tormentuous fear that the Son will set before you shade your eyes. Ignore the small thought that is slowly seeping from behind your cerebral eye, telling you that the Four Horsemen will soon ride again, and concentrate on the glowing redness of the Son as your dying soul sets behind the horizon. You can't wake a person who is pretending to be asleep. -- Navajo Proverb |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I adore the relation of son/sun...in the hebrew? not much difference. I could go on, but I won't. Sigh...frigging tired..and I KNOW...should have been to bed hours ago... but?  We won't even go there.  |
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RosePetal 
since 2001-08-26
Posts 2985South Florida |
and concentrate on the glowing redness of the Son as your dying soul sets behind the horizon. This is really good! Enjoyed your poem very much. I have missed you on the scroll but Im happier now that I get to see you here! Masked Intruder..you are unforgettable sweetheart <3 RosePetal |
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MaskedIntruder New Member
since 2001-09-09
Posts 2 |
Karen, always expand on those thoughts, God knows where I can take them. *grin* Joanna, I'm glad you enjoyed it. |
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