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A Joke Untold
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A Joke Untold |
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Cold_Eternity Junior Member
since 2003-11-06
Posts 15Canda |
Tender evening’s supple breath, Drawing wisps of life gently between the swaying pines, Blowing white cotton upward, alongside a granite cliff, Etched deeply with long forgotten ghostly streams; The firmament, moody, like mercury pored over a rough slate, The fading light of a dying day, sending golden lances downward; The phantom reflections of laughter in the greyhound window, A sentiment of unity and division mutually felt by the strangers; A game of cards is played and wagers made; A sullen man sips from a flask and stares unblinkingly at the window, Seeing yet not comprehending the story it tells, Searching out and seeing only the world outside; He sips again and chuckles to himself as the bus drives on, A private joke never to be shared except with the Cosmos, A lone man sitting on a bus, staring ever out the window Tracing a gliding road between the trees, following a valley, Perched over a cliff, leading us eternally on… ~Across a thousand leagues and passed the impossible, lies our childlike innocence, and in that our peace.~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very descriptive imagery here |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Enjoyed! Welcome to PASSIONS! |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
pretty scene. TD |
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