Open Poetry #22 |
Counting Time |
Alicethruglass Member
since 2001-06-19
Posts 368 |
There was a time I could count on you, run to you through the space of time and you would be there to comfort me. And you were all I needed. Behind the glass, I wait wondering why these cracks have formed, how to repair something unseen, a stream of thought to be replaced with a softsmile when all I needed was you. ~A~ |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I hope your words are giving you a chance to fight out of the ocean under glass, Alice. Mike |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Very good Julie Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Alicethruglass Member
since 2001-06-19
Posts 368 |
Mike and Julie thank you for your visit |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yeah, I know how it is |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
"Behind the glass, I wait" encased in reflection though transperancy reigns both the inside and the out nicely done.... |
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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
Posts 972Texas |
Lovely write. It seems full of sadness. Lonely. Nicely done! Hey dog, did you see the size of that chicken!? |
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