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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Who is that stranger there, for I have no clue? But he's the one who showed me how to love, Walking around with his head in the clouds Though his hands were buried inside white gloves. Everyday I would see him right there, Telling me to think without my head. 'Let love unfold, let it grow and surround you.' But he never showed inside he was dead. Where has he gone with his little wan smile, With perfect soul hidden from detection? In his good time I know we'll meet again Each time I look at my own reflection. Alicat |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Sigh... somehow your poems always leave me pondering. Great job Alicat! |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Very good poem with some GREAT advice! |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
Seems to be a searching poem but I know I'm understating it. This grabs me for a reason I can't explain. Enjoyed this, Kitten! For all who watch.Dare you say hello? Come in and ask the questions that are on your mind, but spare me your judgement until you truly sipped of me. |
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