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Carnal Vista |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Carnal Vista The tender trappings of romance Seek in vicarious purr the soft spots By pillow moan majesty, falls far and away The echo of night wind, blushing cliff face Lost in tinted caverns of a desert morn Sing beneath my feet the sands of white Beating hoof runs the steadfast from my blood Meeting fate without pretension, ears pitched forth My lathered breast turned up to the sun But spooked in the waves of a thousand hands To turn loose in bolt, and run the forest trails Pausing at the faintest edge of understanding Scenting clover sweet, to feed my belly Abysmal, the blanket of shade upon green meadow Walks me warily in the dandelion dotted field Sugar cubes entice the smile on guard And should he try to tame me, raised up my heart To run Copyright Kkh 3/5/06 |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
TD~ You paint by words so well, and your ending is the final brush stroke that captures and completes such magnificent scenery~ As always~ |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
A sincere comment is the way you weave, entice...spellbind the reader with your tapestry....superb! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
ThisDiamond The contour of illusion, enjoyed. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Sing beneath my feet the sands of white Beating hoof runs the steadfast from my blood" Just this... wow! |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
This is just... just.... awesome.  Caroline He who wants a rose must respect the thorn. |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
It would be a shame to see a wild and free spirit tamed. Run like the wind! :-) |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Run like all getout...hehe astounding write...making me feel like I was riding the wind... Hugs |
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