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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
So tall were the eyes, Touching the ceiling with their color, Riding the fields until dusk. Where the moons carriage, Parsed around trees backs, Swiftly singing, never fearing Bearing a shade of spring when winter is its mask. The poignant bird never speaks, So apples can be tender, As the fields are remembered, Eyes approaching the heavenly June. So is the June, a letter written to the big one, Where feet are pinned, Like those found gated, sailing in the dark sea trail. There are stories unfolded, Villages revealed, Bordered eyes scanning books, Where a soul is no good, Unless catching the raven is the sole plate of wisdom. A puppet the sky is not, With clouds so high, Ears so low, Shade pictures of ceilings below. The cranberry sheets moisten, Where mass moons wear shields, Contrary to the full one being still. A reason for smile, As light kings sorrow, Feathering the night, So beautifully, the sun rises. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Very nice Tomer wonderful imagery, loved the ending lines especially.  "we all have wings, but some of us don't know why" |
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