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Aging Storm
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Aging Storm |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
candles light flower filled room hand picked by each special wish upon petal and stem the aging storm of wind and sand still ever hoping to destroy them wind chimes music magical kisses have once again sealed their love entwined fingers through dragons breath they run snuggled bodies fitting like a glove the storm never tearing them apart though close with spells cast webs woven shadowing minds just for a time they forgot home is to follow the heart |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Candlelight and flower filled rooms spark thoughts of funerals to me, Perhaps I’ve just been to too many of late, Perhaps I grow too close to my own, Perhaps I look forward to death’s date, To lay down to never have to roam, But I digress; Not sure if you are mixing the metaphors or not When you introduce wind and sand, But since I just watched Lawrence of Arabia the other night, It fits my general mood. Now the Dragons breath, that’s a mix. Could have been morning’s breath, or something, Dragons seem a touch too powerful here, Angels breath would give a more snuggle image, But perhaps you like scales. Now the last stanza, only comment Nice, yes too often forgotten I liked it Gloom |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
I am so happy this got you to thinking and wondering LOL .... I hold your opinion very high..... ~~ Connie ~~ |
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