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IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time 
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as the moon hung rapturously over spring she sang and she knew the song was only meant for finishing deep in the ivory keys of her piano was a reflection frozen like crystal blood in the veins of musical freedom a tapestry, a tapestry is silence, away severed and re-scattered to color too-pale skin shivering as notes break and shard the air song, in gravitating reciprocation lacing her with the indignities of constant prevarication; spring has never come no, autumn remains like a lingerer kissing winter too close and smoothing hair from face night knows, oh, though she closes her hands essence of moon is translucent vernal iniquities betray how blue her eyes can seem when shadowed by a tattering purgatory deep and bold caught between nostalgia past relived and unlived days splintering in fingers that try to hold paintbrush staining her with midnight shades o' absentina o'ertook by the sin of paper opting for depth of skin, thirsty, craving color, quite beautifully she is the portrait of a melody wilting by summer no more. If I were to touch you, would you bleed a velvet river, running miracles through the sodden ground? --Moi [This message has been edited by IndigoEve (12-28-2003 09:27 AM).] |
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*Belabebeautiful*
since 2003-01-03
Posts 696washington, USA |
I'm speechless...I must have read this piece six times over in a row and I still am in awe. The imagery is just amazing, astounding...just wow! The flow the word choice the...everything. Its simply beautiful, I'm blown away... ~Live and Laugh~ Because of you I laugh a little harder, smile a little more, and cry a little less |
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