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Weathering the Deliverance
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Weathering the Deliverance |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486
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Wings beat down the shallow breath, The caress of time against shallow waves, Patience stifled the abyss of suffering, As he languidly rolled into slumber. Winds blew against the coherent state, Weathering a pattern if ill fated storms, sunlight filtered across ebony lashes as time continued its slow waltz.. Casting aside the course of ancients, awakening a dawn of knowledge, Ascending through the clouds of emotions, cast adrift in a sea of thoughts. A single rose withered and crumbled, as another life departed the realms, a single tear rolled down cheeks of satin, as she closed the doors to her heart. Moonlight danced upon the epitaph, as fingers slender and cold did trace, sworn vows of the heart to be finished, as silent tears rolled down her face. A love be lost, but not forgotten, as sands of time, through fingers, drain, belonging to no one other then he, her tears vanished within the rain. |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
What a beautifully flowing piece, WhileIWasGone. Delicately composed ... you've captured such a tender mood of contemplation, very much enjoyed!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sadness and sorrow, beautifully told. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
A single rose withered and crumbled, as another life departed the realms, a single tear rolled down cheeks of satin, as she closed the doors to her heart. Moonlight danced upon the epitaph, as fingers slender and cold did trace, sworn vows of the heart to be finished, as silent tears rolled down her face. Haunting and beautiful in the same breath, a stunning poem. Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
I just couldn't let this thing of haunting and fragile beauty, drift away into the back pages, without giving others the chance to experience it. You can just flat out write, lady. ~Ed |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
This gave me chills and made me cry with it's haunting sadness and beautiful writing... Ed is right, Dea... You sure can write...  ~ teary chipmunk hugsLyra |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (tears fall down my cheeks) This is so very sad, sweet friend, you speak of such depth and contemplation in your words always, this is wonderful, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Not sure why, but this makes me picture a cold and rainy scene, in a graveyard by the seaside. I feel the haunting of the ghosts of love in this. You can never win or lose |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
H., This felt heavy, as though the storm were still waiting to break. |
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A. L. Becker Member
since 2002-09-06
Posts 167San Francisco, California |
dear WhileIWasGone, your imagery and choice of words is brilliant, as usual. Annie! "Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?' |
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