lili
Wandering Muse
Don't judge my love for Pink. Judge my love for life
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Post by lili on Mar 2, 2006 10:55:07 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]Your embrace that holds me tight Is what haunts me late this night You sweet soft words... I search for them I remeber our passion That blossomed like a rose I remember you kind touch Wiping these sad tears away And the sorrows of my life Flowed away with the withering tide Now I spill those tears again Except your not here Not here to stop me from choking on them My seasoned spring Is invaded by the coldest winter You are gone with the wind Gone as a depressing sigh I never even had a chance to say goodbye...[/glow]
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Soriage
Established Muse
"You know what I'd be......I'd just be the catcher in the Rye"
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Post by Soriage on Mar 3, 2006 11:58:07 GMT -5
I love it.... "Your embrace that holds me tight is what haunts me late this night"
love it
sf
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Post by delunalore on Mar 24, 2006 9:55:42 GMT -5
I like ur poem and I like the association of passion as a blossom . It's good !
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Post by waterlily07 on Mar 24, 2006 22:47:37 GMT -5
A touching piece filled with symbolism and emotions. I enjoyed reading this piece.
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JeRome
Established Muse
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Post by JeRome on Mar 29, 2006 7:35:30 GMT -5
An excellent picture you have painted with the limited pallet of words. Each line stood out alone as well complimented the next flowing well in its context. I enjoyed the read and the line [glow=pink,2,300] My seasoned spring Is invaded by the coldest winter [/glow]
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