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Solitude's Descant
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Solitude's Descant |
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IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time 
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silence 'tis the symphony of my soul that binds me to nature lain delicately 'cross the hillside in my mind I often dream of fragranced nights touched ever so sweetly by the silken fingers of my lullaby weaver it is so easy to get lost when trying to remember everything effortlessly I get high from inhaling the scent of heaven your aroma traces of its subtlety just lingering in the air to imagine you beside me the tall grass encircling a love so grand is pure simplicity and bliss but you've only faded once I turned my eyes towards the east watching as the sun flecked gold through shades of milky brown and your eyes did the same before I forgot you dwelling in Elysium is now the artistic venture of my idealistic soul feeding my muse each memory as I absently weave crowns from dying clovers hands so pallid 'gainst the lushness of the field our field silence 'tis the symphony of my inspirations 'round and 'round a tastelessly simple melody composed of whispers but flavored by the summer wind and so solitude's descant is played echoing o'er the meadows as my own requiem, I softly hum For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
flavored by the summer wind. Wow, this is just beautiful. You are a poet, not just someone who writes poetry. I felt this...amazing.  |
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