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aujussy wolf
since 2003-08-09
Posts 1215Michigan 
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from my hands to your eyes these words fly separate combinations roll onward bye a ghost yard spirit slides next to me i was just walking past when one said to me your always away , so where do you stay greetings returned in a word and a please still seems like i am lost in these tree's old timer pines so tall, they comfort me going adrift in a winters sea the cup of life was never lost again reunited we watch the dream begin inside our hearts a warm light glows someone who cares will always know JDW III 10-23-05 |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Brought to mind the pine tree groves in winter in Ohio when I walked back that lane many a winterly....lonely night. Enjoyed. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
an enchanting picture you have painted with your words. awesome! Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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