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| Topic: For my two friends across the miles.... | |
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thinking of you, working steadily away....my love and care sent to you...
As i look lakeward....the yellow orb lights the trees on fire on the top of the hill, and casts a veinular black outline on the monsterous dead tree in front of my view of it, where a mourning dove is now sitting. forever singing, ddooweeww! doww... doww.. doww. the water and it's currents and breezes, moving like unseen ghosts, ever moving the sparkles like golden living velvet across a liquid abyss of black, with silver flashes from lights of houses, their beams shining out in single lines to one's vision, as the tiny ripples break up and distort the lines from becoming fully linear.... One far away piano hauntingly plays franz liszt's "Evening", as it seems to have come all the way through time to us, from the first part of this century, broken up by gentle breezes, ripples lapping the shore, and the trees gently hissing like rainsticks in the wind, but more tattered from leaves pipping together. the sky is a blue-black warm looking panarama of moonglow, with indifferently sprinkled stars, fighting for recognition of being seen just for our heart to lift, as these jewel's light gently tickle's our atmosphere, after travelling countless light years to put on a show just for our souls to remember this night to bring us together as the tribes of old would gather just to gaze and reflect.......and to dream............. |
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It is beautiful
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It is beautiful
thanks meg! 
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It is beautiful
thanks meg!
You are most welcome, handsome 
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Well done good heart felt poem...
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Clap,clap,clap,,,,,,My oh my how your words light up your sky.
Great job Vincent, and I am empressed bro.. I wish I could click on a bunch of my smile faces here, but they won't let me here,wink,,CHEERS for a poem well dreamed... |
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Well done good heart felt poem...
thankyou jimmy!
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Clap,clap,clap,,,,,,My oh my how your words light up your sky. Great job Vincent, and I am empressed bro.. I wish I could click on a bunch of my smile faces here, but they won't let me here,wink,,CHEERS for a poem well dreamed... thankyou Terry, coming from the poem master himself, those are some good compliments to me...(bows sincerely, with much respect) |
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lovely images
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It is a tale of two.
Lovers drawing the bow across the miles, remembering, waning waving and pulling into each other. I know this embrace. Felt as though no one else matters, this tale of two. Lovers. |
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thinking of you, working steadily away....my love and care sent to you... As i look lakeward....the yellow orb lights the trees on fire on the top of the hill, and casts a veinular black outline on the monsterous dead tree in front of my view of it, where a mourning dove is now sitting. forever singing, ddooweeww! doww... doww.. doww. the water and it's currents and breezes, moving like unseen ghosts, ever moving the sparkles like golden living velvet across a liquid abyss of black, with silver flashes from lights of houses, their beams shining out in single lines to one's vision, as the tiny ripples break up and distort the lines from becoming fully linear.... One far away piano hauntingly plays franz liszt's "Evening", as it seems to have come all the way through time to us, from the first part of this century, broken up by gentle breezes, ripples lapping the shore, and the trees gently hissing like rainsticks in the wind, but more tattered from leaves pipping together. the sky is a blue-black warm looking panarama of moonglow, with indifferently sprinkled stars, fighting for recognition of being seen just for our heart to lift, as these jewel's light gently tickle's our atmosphere, after travelling countless light years to put on a show just for our souls to remember this night to bring us together as the tribes of old would gather just to gaze and reflect.......and to dream............. 
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It is a tale of two. Lovers drawing the bow across the miles, remembering, waning waving and pulling into each other. I know this embrace. Felt as though no one else matters, this tale of two. Lovers. 
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lovely images
thankyou my friend
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It is a tale of two. Lovers drawing the bow across the miles, remembering, waning waving and pulling into each other. I know this embrace. Felt as though no one else matters, this tale of two. Lovers. nice poem! thankyou!
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thanks mirror!
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That's lovely, V.
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thanks winx! it's what has happened a few hours ago....
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thanks winx! it's what has happened a few hours ago....
((V.)) 
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