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almost like breathing |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
A pale, crisp evening air resonates through the streets upon a quiet town in darkend flight the failing cries come. Hearts pound heavy, silently wishing that the sun would show only to have light the last angered thoughts of rapture. Can you imagine the beating that you can take, when life is supposed to be precious but the pain can be kept. The tears cannot wash the thoughts of why, only add to the misery of lasting cuts deep within the souls tomb. So shaken with thought, at last a few moments of clarity, a wry smile to the face and of to the wind once again. |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
giving this a bump..there are lines in it that have their own seperate voice. "two hearts will build the foundation for one point of light |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Beautifully written Cold hands means a warm heart |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
This is so beautifully written, Michael, but kind of sad. Thanks for sharing it with us. LOve to All, ethel...garysgirl |
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Mordecai's Mom New Member
since 2002-10-23
Posts 8San Miguel, Ca |
As always, a great piece of writting. Been following your work for some time, your writting never ceases to amaze me.....My all time favorite is your poem for Michael Morgan. Keep up the good work..... Mordecai's Mom |
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Jenn E Senior Member
since 2000-08-02
Posts 589Kelowna, BC, Canada |
Beautiful write with a sense of sadness.......I am always reading you MG and you always leave me wondering......... As Always Jenn E |
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