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white morning light
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white morning light |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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a lonely grimace resounds across symbology like a twelve foot physic dabbing my mouth again with a tiny blown glass rose in main atrium depth sneaking a peek of sunshade outside a tavern on the green bathing in such heat, plunging me into daylight with strong shapely hands there, i look at the ring sparkling upon your smile launching an odyssey transcendent like espresso mocking birds hanging onto a door which once whistled fluty notes upon the breeze with a maddening persistence of a now palm leaf fan where i sleep... just to take a look at you again that everlasting voice of sea in spiritual lullaby, uplifting soft hours, biting me firm upon my flesh it is then the strange and familiar laments delicious syrups of ample atonement like a law of society yet to be learned... composed by a baby grande but we were home spun golden eyes then were we not? before insidious deadly cold found its way through key holes of summer garments you are inborn and unmistakably that freedom of expression prostrating itself in my soul like cologne water with imagination of endearments from such beginnings conforms outward like physical charm sliping into the depth of life’s pockets in noble poise & movement |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Lee, you always amaze with the gift you have of taking words and twisting them in your palms. but we were home spun golden eyes then were we not? before insidious deadly cold found its way through key holes of summer garments that whole stanza is mind blowing. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I agree with Sue, LeeJ.  |
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