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A Gentle Stroll
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A Gentle Stroll |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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I walk upon the fields of time where willow trees bow down and oak trees reach for heaven tall, secure, stately, proud, while along the river bank picnic blankets, barbeques, speak the word contentment highlighted emerald green. Of course the sky is blue because I need it so to form a perfect ceiling above an idyllic scene. And a breeze between the trees without it no release from the heat of passion occasioned by a touch. A gentle stroll through memory but I can’t remember now were the roses perfect or slightly weather worn? Did I mention there’s a stream trickling from my eyes and slowly flowing down the contours of my cheeks? “I love you” on the hillside whitewashed stones, not pink like the rising of a blush at intimate recalls. It’s twilight time, I rest because every day the sun sinks best when I think of you. Too dark now to find my way, I’m lost in memory a wanderer in the glen of how you made me feel. The moon shines tonight but not enough to see or believe there is a path away from loving you! |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
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I walk upon the fields of time where willow trees bow down and oak trees reach for heaven tall, secure, stately, proud, while along the river bank picnic blankets, barbeques, speak the word contentment highlighted emerald green. What a story you have written, loved this! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you so much LeeJ. If a writer as good as you likes something I've written I take it as a high compliment and am extremely grateful. Thanks! |
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