Open Poetry #21 |
Poet's Words |
aries_luv_ppl Senior Member
since 2001-09-20
Posts 1448Universal Mind |
Get into the poet's head, View the colors of her palette, To find out sketch of her memories. To find out that Somehow we are touched. We are similar. Our feelings bounce to one, One big ocean, crying out to The storm of nature. We are one. Somehow storm of large and small Have passesd us by, But we continue to sing! Holding hands to hands, We unravel in the words. Eliza Simmons |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
Posts 972Texas |
Awesome write!! A bird never flies so high that it can't hit the ground |
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aries_luv_ppl Senior Member
since 2001-09-20
Posts 1448Universal Mind |
thanks. Eliza Simmons |
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