Open Poetry #20 |
Journey: Three |
Masked Intruder
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since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets |
Pillowed by cold folds of clammy mud and blanketed with icy rain drops fallen from tempest laden skies, She lay shivering along the roadside waiting for her night to pass. Praying to silent gods between shivers and convulsing hungered shudders, desperation transfigured in sobbing pleas She turns her bruised face to the clouds seeking direction, reason, truth. A harrowing song played among the drops that drifted in melancholy through the thick cloud-washed skies, hinting of darkness and death, soft comfort and painless warmth. You can't wake a person who is pretending to be asleep. -- Navajo Proverb |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Keep stringing me along... |
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