Open Poetry #23 |
Slit Of Space |
WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
It's the slight, slit of space between branch of tree, where light shines through in shades of real, in hues of blue surreal. It's in this space I feel, the alight of gentle spirit upon air that floats on edge, of tangible and non. The softest land upon outstretched hand, that reaches toward the heavens awaiting blessings to rain down. WhiteRose 10/27/02 "my reflection becomes me" [This message has been edited by WhiteRose (10-27-2002 02:15 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I love it Anne. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Radrook Senior Member
since 2002-08-09
Posts 648 |
This is surrealism par excellence! What an imagination you have girl! Enjoyed! Thanks for sharing! God bless! |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Yay!!! Awwwwwww, this is sooooooo gorgeous, sweet friend, I love it! (smiles) I wish for these blessings to come falling down to you like pearls and flood your golden heart, sweet friend, thgis is lovely, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Anne, 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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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Julie, thank you dear friend for your comments. Radrook, thanks so much. Your comments are greatly appreciated. |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Noah, you snuck in there when I wasn't looking. Thank you for always reading and responding. [This message has been edited by WhiteRose (10-30-2002 04:35 PM).] |
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