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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665
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In dead of night, my shadow heart finds yours. Velvet jet, star sparked, immaculate shades, black burned. Sweet is thy voice, as night oozes at days edge. Pale you are, in my morning mind, step from the shadows, into our gossamer meadow. Just out of shot you stand, come into my monochrome, blend with my shadow, cold hands shall be warmed, heart caressed. Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. (William Shakespeare.) |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
very late at night...here that would be around...hmmm...10:34...cold hands and a warm heart...at least that is what I have always heard! LOL... ~ARh We attract hearts by the qualities we display, we retain them by the qualities we possess.~Jean Baptiste Antoine Suard |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
nicely done GR |
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Snow
since 2000-10-16
Posts 1170desert flower looking for rain |
phil, i have to tell you, i'm enjoying your work like never before. tighter, subtle .. you're allowing the reader more space, instead of telling so much. bravo to you on this one. Snow "i close my eyes and gather up the puddle of this life, one teaspoon at a time, into a bucket with holes" ~me an excerpt from "she still sees ugly" |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Ah, yes. The poems we write in the mid of night can be decidedly different from those we write in the mid of day! This poem gave me chills ~ and tingles!  EA |
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