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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Come , oh gentle sun And warm these dark Bones of night chasing Away the chill of shadows. The moon in all her robes Of soft chiffon, Has danced through the sky And left only memories. I spread wide my arms, And beckon to you, Warm these dark bones. |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
ahhhhhhhhh....my muse is jealous...I would love to write something as wonderful as you write.....really love this...your work is so powerpacked *shakes her head* and goes to read again........ |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
You Dear one... are far too kind. No reason at all for your muse to be envious or you to wish for what you already have and do.. Thank you |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
thank you back...its just I guess that me and my muse have been struggling lately...but I do admire your style, your poems are short but intense...I have written some like that, but usually when I am angry *shrug*...you pick subject matter that I will say again, impresses me...I love to read your work  |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
ahh, Cpat, the bones of my flowers are eager for sun's warmth, but me...I am happy for the cool of morning, but I do love this poem and there are definitely days I could embody this request! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Thanks VAS... yes I in summer prefer the cool of evening and morning to the full sun, but I will take the heat of summer any time over the chill of winter. Thanks for reading!!! |
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