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| Open Poetry #22 |
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My World |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon 
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You want the shade of black upon words that threaten to burst with color, bright, upon eye that see. You cannot have it thus. Not me. I, with colors rainbowed many will use a palette filled. To paint of life, stilled. Captured on page, words will rage. Canvas in array, in color I display. You'll never understand, for you have not my hands, my mind or thoughts. Don't feign distraught. My world will not be shadowed. WhiteRose [This message has been edited by WhiteRose (10-08-2002 11:10 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I feel a lot of emotion in this piece. Very well done. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Anne, this is a good poem. You did paint a picture with many colors. Thanks for sharing. With Love To All, Ethel |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You'll never understand, for you have not my hands, my mind or thoughts I appreciate your honest expression very much. You're no carbon copy Rosey~ This was just grand, really it was! |
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