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Birth of a poem
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Birth of a poem |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia 
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Come to me , vixens of prose and verse passionately wrap your wordy fingers around my neck Embrace me in whispers of hidden sacred thought never before uttered Visit my sleep in dreams and visions of form and line till none but couplets and stanza fills my waking breath Flow sweet muses flow from mind to pen blessing its journey with full lyric lips Pen touches paper word becomes flesh dressed in mortal ink Sweet vixens bear witness for your work is done for on this winter day a poem is born |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I loved it. Beautifully written Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Guess you didn't read my post tonight  LOL, not my best tender wordwrappings. But here's wishing your dreams are filled with beautiful meandering muse maidens offering chalices of tantalizing golden wine, enticing beds of downy softness, soft sweet whispers tickling your ears, and...  enjoyed this read |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
oh sure, you get sleep, no wonder you write so well! love it! Always, Alyssa He was a man of sorrows |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
interesting birth...good one  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
and that is how it's done  |
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