| Open Poetry #29 |
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back from gone |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence
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Words mending my loneliness coming out from another being. I hear, listen. Black wine darning my ashen lips, and I need a mirror to believe. It is. Something warm intrudes searching for the free. Carried on disguised, it seeps through time unnoticed, weightlessly beautiful. I feel paired to life and the sound-moaners are leaving. A found face (between lost and wasted) likes the view where I belong to. Come, guide your curiosity among me and my phases, I'm prying, too. You can stay as long as you want, or I. |
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Kaoru![]() ![]()
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
"Black wine darning my ashen lips, and I need a mirror to believe. It is. Something warm intrudes searching for the free. Carried on disguised, it seeps through time unnoticed, weightlessly beautiful. I feel paired to life and the sound-moaners are leaving." Wonderful lines there, and throughout the whole thing. I'm diggin' this. ![]() |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
thanx kaoru |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
another wonderful write..with many great lines I am welcoming you again M |
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