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The waiting game
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The waiting game |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Above circles of the waiting game a misty haze doth dwell in residence and comfortable till midnight strikes the bell Cleared of sight distorted here from within my energy meets and matches like with like in perfect harmony. In the ether of the all there is love calls and beckons me to open doors again, again, and keep them open, please. But back I turn into the game my voice lost in the crowd as back to back we move apart my body slumped, head bowed. Circles deeper, wider, large, dust in my eyes I’m blind, No paradise this waiting game, twelve chimes before midnight! Helen |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This was a different kind of fairy tale, and perhaps more realistic. I really liked this becuase those dreams we dream rarely ever come true. A frog is just a frog, unless we get lucky!  Simply marvelous Helen~ |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
It is nice though sometimes to see isn't it? |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hi, Bluesy. Oh, by no manner of means can I believe that dreams don't come true. I will concede though that maybe not this lifetime and that I do most reluctantly. I am the ever hopeful! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hello Icebox, Well, yes, of course it is good to "see" - the hard part is holding on to what we see when swimming against the tide. Thanks for reading! |
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