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Post by Scarltt32 on Oct 12, 2010 15:40:02 GMT -5
The ceremony proceeds An endless breeze kisses a flower Crisp leaves in October, blanket your grave Beneath the fears, she pretends love triumphs over their imminent tears It is he, a resemblance, inside every flower Every face Questioning throughout Why
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Post by messenger on Oct 12, 2010 20:47:54 GMT -5
stark images only bring up questions, whose grave is this, what happened to who ever it is, and how long ago, Accompanied by a chilling " why"
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Post by Scarltt32 on Oct 12, 2010 22:46:35 GMT -5
Messenger, heck if I know, lol, I was just using the words available, and this is where my mind took me, lol...
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Post by messenger on Oct 12, 2010 23:46:35 GMT -5
scary, lol, now who is writing dark lol,
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Post by Scarltt32 on Oct 14, 2010 7:32:44 GMT -5
lol, thanks for reading and commenting friend..appreciated!
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Post by knpoet on Oct 14, 2010 16:18:08 GMT -5
Oh, Scarltt32, this is just fantastic, so very powerful yet so very delicate! Well done, this is a great Drops poem, I look forward to more like this! Kathy
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Post by leiloni on Oct 24, 2010 18:18:12 GMT -5
Messenger beat me to it! I had the same thoughts also as I was reading this great piece. The questions that flooded me as I read: Who? When? Where? and Why? Ha! Then I read the comments...even you, the creator, have no answers. You just put sampling of words together on a page to come up with this brilliant piece. Well Done!!
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Post by windowflower on Jan 2, 2011 21:47:20 GMT -5
this is heartbreakingly beautiful
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Post by dragonfilth on Jan 22, 2011 19:21:30 GMT -5
i have the same questing messenger did but i will let my mind finish the tale Lisa good job
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