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Post by starrynights206 on May 1, 2007 22:05:13 GMT -5
Her Autumn Dream
A child, as silent as dove wings, ran through the harvest rain with a scent of sweet sanctuary listening to her vanilla love of white passion seed and the breath of the blue moon.
The sea began to melt into the voices of our stars "tender is the night," they cry; she smiles, mesmerized, splashing like freckled flowers on brown wood and wild snow.
She is the poet -- innocence.
So this is the first time I've tried DOP. It's not very easy, but it certainly stretches the imagination. Constructive criticism is welcome ;D.
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Post by - Moirae - on May 2, 2007 2:01:21 GMT -5
this is an abolutely excellent use of Drops of Poetry, wonderful work!
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Post by mywar on May 3, 2007 6:15:17 GMT -5
Beautiful imagery. I felt I was there.
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Post by Astarael ~ Enduring on May 20, 2007 22:21:23 GMT -5
This is beautiful and exquisite well done.
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Post by *Whisper* on May 21, 2007 16:37:16 GMT -5
Absolutely amazing imagery. Great job with DOP!
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Post by elibabel on May 21, 2007 20:20:48 GMT -5
Absolutely beautiful.
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Post by nirodeth on May 23, 2007 4:22:44 GMT -5
Simply prettyfull. ^_^ Well done.
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Post by ElijahsGreyPanthers on May 24, 2007 22:05:01 GMT -5
This is amazing, coming from a jumble of words
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Post by starrynights206 on May 24, 2007 23:06:26 GMT -5
Thank you everyone.
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