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Post by starrynights206 on Jun 19, 2008 10:42:27 GMT -5
The Wanderer
Midnight music Whisper of salt under rain Waves burst like splashing diamonds
The stars remember Of a quiet echo of peace. The young prince Once saw the world’s will Fought storms Above the yellow hue of mountains
There sits a truth dance to the twilight The magic of flowers and rings Love refrain – loud as wild bells
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Post by tsu on Jun 19, 2008 11:34:17 GMT -5
lovely images..a great opening! and a thoughtful finish!
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Post by bcoyotey on Jun 21, 2008 20:35:45 GMT -5
Stunning piece Starr.
Midnight music Whisper of salt under rain Waves burst like splashing diamonds
Gorgeous image and feel. Love it.
Lady B
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Post by iab on Jun 21, 2008 23:01:24 GMT -5
Oh, yes. This is really good writing. Wonderful verbs and nouns. Vivid images.
Welcome to TPS!
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Hades
Wandering Muse
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are. -- Anais Nin
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Post by Hades on Jun 22, 2008 22:46:55 GMT -5
Lovely drop. Really love the imagery. The words seem to flow together. good title too. Kudos.
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Post by €ereza|£inze on Jul 5, 2008 1:04:58 GMT -5
I love this line... Waves burst like splashing diamonds.
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