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The Jailor
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The Jailor |
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aran Junior Member
since 2003-05-18
Posts 34 |
When beauty strikes there's no time to dodge --too busy staring. Too loud the features are, so hard their hold on me that escape evaporates into the thin evening mist. A whimsical green-blue with blonde above in streaks frames her face --my eyes betray the baeuty (i know it now). The face, fine enough to be defined but loose enough for imagination to have its play. The body doesn't make the face lie: sleek and thin yet with enough mass to make the curves perfect. O, she turns me to stone --a spell unbroken until her touch comes, although it may never. If this stone is to be my prison I am glad she is the jailor. [This message has been edited by aran (08-21-2003 11:07 PM).] |
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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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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I love this!  more people should read! |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Oh goodness, but you are now at the top of my 'favorite poet friends'list!!!!! This is wonderful, and just keep writing, ok? ~S~ Accept these small gifts from my gypsy heart ~~S~~ |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
aran Well done enjoyed. |
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