Open Poetry #24 |
Even the reborn fly |
Guardurthoughts Member
since 2001-10-16
Posts 66 |
Vivacity draws the smile that whispers up her velvet lips. Sweet and loud she screams as the silky wings of liberty sweeps her up into the pull of Euphoria. Death releases the grip from her soul and hovers above her in Animosity. Time only a writen refelction of what is and what isnt, can not stop the rain of hope that showers upon her heart. Holding on to the breath of today and smelling the promise of tommarow... the wings of a free angel once agian rest upon the clouds of existence. ~~~Gaurdurthoughts~~~ "the best and most beautiful things cannot be seen,or even touched. they must be felt with the heart" [This message has been edited by Guardurthoughts (01-22-2003 11:35 PM).] |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow! powerful write! |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Erica, I can't remember having read you before this poem which is stunningly beautiful. I love the sentiments and could never have written them better or as well, myself. This is special. This one I keep. Thank you, Enjoyed. Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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