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Post by Riverrose ~April!!!~ on May 30, 2011 8:51:11 GMT -5
Birds dash across the clouds, Wrinkle it, The wide fragrant spaces. Screwing drills beside the summer clouds, The chirping is noise to fools.
The endeavors won't get tiring, Beneath the sailing clouds. The abstract instinct won't anchor the birds; The business birds attend to weighs as smoke. Birds don't endeavor to get lower; Lower is an obstruction, When relevance is in the clouds.
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Post by - Moirae - on Jun 8, 2011 8:29:21 GMT -5
RR, just the beauty of the first two lines had me hooked. This is my favorite drops by you thus far. Great imaginative work.
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Post by ladylilith ~stalwart~ on Jun 16, 2011 9:40:42 GMT -5
I'm becoming more and more astounded by the Drops you come up with. You weave those words together in such magickal ways! I love the imagery this gave me in my mind... Those birds, endlessly dipping and twisting and swooping... 'Lower is an obstruction,' - I just love that.
So rich and so cleverly created.
Lily^^
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Post by inflames on Jun 22, 2011 19:50:26 GMT -5
Clever! I really love this. Well done- a great drop!
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Post by bcoyotey on Sept 24, 2011 20:55:46 GMT -5
This is a gorgeous Drops Rosie.
Birds dash across the clouds, Wrinkle it,
What powerful imagery. Love it. Lady B
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Post by dragonfilth on Sept 25, 2011 7:10:27 GMT -5
i was overwhelmed and taken with the drops of words that you wonderfully painted this with beautifully done
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