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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow 
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The child within me speaks, grow Deep inside I feel the heat Crushed velvet, sunset. The wind blew cold along my hair. I hear the cicadas chirp in the dusk trees. And I wished.. My eyes closed, I wished I could be the spirit of that sunset.. |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Kaoru: this is beautiful writing especially the last line - wonderful! Roniece Dawson-Bruce |
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timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough |
Well Kaoru reeled me in and kept me there, again and again! What a magnificent write!  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
oooooo, nice |
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MysticDreamer Member
since 2003-04-21
Posts 131 |
Sounds like a great wish and fulfilled within your poem. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
you are the spirit of the sunset, the glow off a warm fire on a cool winters night, the breath of spring...the aura of a glowing heart, the tender quiet of morning, and the stars in twilight. Lovely read...thank you |
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