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My Sundace Kiss
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My Sundace Kiss |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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If words aren’t said there’s no chance that I’ll be crying And so my eyes will wonder and my mouth will close And all along I will be wishing for the sounding our your sighing It’s an ugly world and but its beautiful And only when the hours come close to the time of my dreams Do I see without thinking and I think with open eyes And I see that I must see myself for who I am in acceptance That I must not share until what’s shared is truly made and mastered That my dreams are just as distant as reality in dreams So that forgetting who I am is not so terrible to me Then I could tell you what I feel instead of who I am We could walk along the streets and hold hands and care for nothing Seeing crying people and give them both are hands Standing on an ocean and never finding sand A never-ending search of joyful discontent Learning from the master life who strings us on for truth And truth I’ll hope I’ll someday find In a wind along the grass that comes in awkward hours Blowing muse the hair aloft along her face I see a flower The ever-blooming Sundance kiss that every morning longs for I no longer swoon and I no longer seek the kisses In a world I see so sad I see now without a care This little woman I adore has made my eyes for bare I am the two-toed wanderer [This message has been edited by themute (08-14-2006 02:47 AM).] |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"A never-ending search of joyful discontent" wish I'd written that line  another soulful searching write |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
While I shall remain partial to: "The ever-blooming Sundance kiss that every morning longs for " Very lovely. Sandra |
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