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A song |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
A song my friends Of passions end Of all that was Of which we rend A song of passion A song cut free Flying High With birds and bees Chorus of crocus Loud and responsive Calling to hearts Calling to lovesick Song of Joy Song of high Song to bring Tears to eyes Words of wisdom Words of woe Song to say Not far to go Chorus of crocus Loud and responsive Calling to hearts Lost on the night breeze Song for lonely Song for the found Song for lyrics Where words dance around Song of loss Song gets slow Where Captured hearts Have nowhere to go Chorus of crocus Loud and responsive Calling to hearts So bright and clearly Words now fail me When the song ends Please hear me It goes on remembering love < !signature--> Pride of place in the human race goes to one without a trace, of subtlety style ego or grace for this position, I wish to say, i would be proud as i am greater than any other face in the crowd [This message has been edited by Walter Poe (edited 01-13-2000).] |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
Hello this reply has no point to it [This message has been edited by Walter Poe (edited 01-14-2000).] |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Walter this was beautiful, and can be taken so many ways. I loved this  Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely. ~Isis~ (Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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