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gathered on wings |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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poetry is the honey of the human soul gathered on wings of misery and travail placed on skins of vellum scroll stained with the blood of here below the permanent marks once crimson red now bear the taint of a living dead the luster of the skin is gone yet the poets pen still lingers on Speaking of ghosts, wouldn't you know here comes mine again... |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
and its in the lingering, ive found my most profound moments... very good read  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yes it does and thank God for that |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lucky~ And in your word-winging you carry us all to ponderous places~ WONDERFUL !!! *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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