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The Primrose
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The Primrose |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
All is calm as silence lays across the farmer's meadow. I spy a flower near wooden fence, a primrose red in color. Summer's heat has sapped the flower; left but a wilted bloom. I bend down to smell primrose and touch its withered petals. No scent remains, and to my touch, fall petals to the dust. I stand up and contemplate, on beauty that once was. [This message has been edited by Tim (09-19-2002 07:55 AM).] |
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The Crimson Knight Member
since 2002-09-16
Posts 57Reno, NV |
You must be in that drought area, shame you couldn't take it fresh and fragrant to your lady, might have gotten a smile, sort of like you words give. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is good Cold hands means a warm heart |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Tim, You reconstructed that spent thing into dry, open-eyed verse. Mike |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I don't recall seeing free verse slip from your pen as this has come to lay so easily in the dust on beauty that once was... Well done, Sir... |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
You have painted a beautiful picture with your words. Chris  Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
I like your work, I truly, truly do! EA |
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