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Post by Tainted Virtue on Jun 17, 2005 12:39:48 GMT -5
Vanilla Lady
Flags. Faces. Freedom. The anguished silently searching while the poet's writing simmer to an echo.
The vanilla lady haunting the orchard cries for battle as the gray angel lingers over the cauldron ready to consume the foam in a plead to heal the scars.
Both preparing for the hallow fight of glory.
Eyes of recoiled ghosts blossom into truthful thieves. Who choke strewn rose stones to create a furious movement.
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Post by Rose of the Forgotten on Jun 21, 2005 1:01:44 GMT -5
CKK, Good work. Very strong imagery!
-- Jus
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Post by Elf(...drowning in tears...) on Sept 20, 2005 4:54:05 GMT -5
Very nicely written!
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Post by - Moirae - on Jul 9, 2006 13:00:39 GMT -5
very..very good....the last stanza was simply wonderful
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Post by lifeart on Jul 10, 2006 13:51:06 GMT -5
Good imagery, I love the second stanza!
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Post by delunalore on Jul 12, 2006 7:05:05 GMT -5
This write is excellent !
Later Deluna
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