Open Poetry #35 |
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To war O to war |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk ![]() |
Gentle be the heart in may, As flowers bloom amongst the sounds- of little life becoming born within the fields as little children run between unknowing, Humming a song of love not in matters- of the body but of the dancing of the soul upon the tender strings that beat beneath, Where the heart lays bare to strangers. God never started the wars- between us as we aged and drew apart, Was it not a moment we shared- that tore the happy past apart and lay it bare like strangers to the heart, Many would whisper immortal- if only none had fallen before us they’d say it far and proud, That love was not just for the young- but the old and the aged and the ones left in shame to cry in pitiful slumber. To war O to war, Let these moments never pass- I never cared for the fights we had just those moments we shared, But like a wise man once said you can’t have love without hurt. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: There is depth in your write, dear Lee. Enjoyed. Love, Margherita |
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MGROVES![]() ![]()
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
i love the feel of your soul here~ deep and passionate~ My spirit will rise |
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