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Memory's Lane
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Memory's Lane |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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Before the frosted window’s pane, his eyes gazed deep into the reflection of age’s years...a tear welled, shimmering in reflect of a star’s light. What hath thou wrought? Which path awaits the worn and weary soul? Whose words shall touch the weathered ear? He stood, straining against gravity which carried the world’s weight upon burdened shoulders and sighed, softly....a light dust of frost misting the pane, and he remembered...thinking back to years when the fires raged and laughter rang....when a touch stirred the pink and blushed passions of youth and a kiss, a soft delicate kiss became a torrid mix of honeysuckle dew. A time when hands hung together and swung eagerly, when whispered thoughts brought giggles and a rage of heart and blood coursed every vein...waiting, wanting, needing to share the warm smooth skin...as ripples rose and fell...as night waited to see that which only their hands could see in the pale dim light of a crescent moon... And now, lightly tracing the frosted pane, a tear mixing with nature’s dew...as a memory carries a worn and weary soul down memory lane...until a white dove flies and Heaven’s light shines...just once...for him |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
now you know this should have come with a hanky alert....*sniffle* very touching  |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
yes, very touching  |
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