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JenniferMaxwell![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2006-09-14
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She listens in the whisper that rustles through the woods for the song of summer grasses buried deep beneath the leaves. Where in May the violets grew and made the sweetest bed, shades of brown grow darker in the shadow of his absence. Rough bark on the trees, the coarseness of her muslin dress - fingers long to touch the softness of his skin. Warm rays of the sun pool gold upon the ground in the autumn woods where a girl in white listens for the wind. http://www.vggallery.com/painting/p_0008.htm http://hurl.samples.dmpcontent.com/scripts/hurl.exe?clipid=015740201040000020&cid=600111 [This message has been edited by JenniferMaxwell (09-30-2007 12:57 AM).] |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
very beautiful poem ARCTIC WIND |
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