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Passing Glance
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Passing Glance |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia 
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Sultry whispers ride the soft breeze The sun longingly paints the sky A Love letter to his lost soul mate the majestic moon. who looks earthbound as a well dressed man taking a leisurely stroll through the park sees face from his distant past eyes meet memories flood their confused minds flames that that once burned now smolder Time stands in anticipation as they stand motionless impatiently waiting to see whom would make the first move. "Honey, its time.. to go." breaks the moment faces red turns to see his wife staring back at him from his waiting car. no words are spoken he can see from her tears that she knows awkward drive home many restless nights since He has tried to move on but her face haunts him like a spectre robbing him of peace and sanity He has returned many times but she never has confused he sits on an old park bench and listens painfully as sultry whispers ride the soft breeze and watches the sun go down on this cold November eve. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"He has tried to move on but her face haunts him like a spectre robbing him of peace and sanity" Dan, you know I know this...I love how you are writing...  "if you won't let me fall for you |
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Magic Solias Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 73California, USA |
Great, I've just seen one of those deep red sunsets yesterday evening on a cold November day. Later it turned golden. Surely a difficult sight to leave behind... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
This isn't to be taken as a negative comment about your previous works...but your recent move seems to have unleashed some really fine poetry from your muse's pen. An enjoyable read, Dan. |
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