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In ways unrelenting,
tenacious for quench, I desire you. Touch is not close enough in this center of quiet. Repose resists. You are but a man, you have said, who has known more world than you disclose. Yet, you have found me. A plain woman of some complexities, as simple as a kiss. Incessant, insistent this perception. You. SadieLu 2011 |
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A woman this world has yet discovered,,,,very nice Sharris.
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A woman this world has yet discovered,,,,very nice Sharris. always kind, gracious with your heart. |
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Very nice Saddie
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Very nice Saddie Thank you for reading. So much encouragement, here. |
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Beautiful you
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Beautiful you a cup of tea, to share with thee underneath our favorite tree. |
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(tea) Well saddie I'm glad to see your still a master of words you still make cookies????? lol
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(tea) Well saddie I'm glad to see your still a master of words you still make cookies????? lol yes, I do. How are you? been ..a long time. |
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I'm doing great hope you are too. Yeah it's been a year or so but feeling like a lifetime
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I'm doing great hope you are too. Yeah it's been a year or so but feeling like a lifetime Glad you are back. Funny you remember my cookies, still go great with tea. Hahaha Sadie |
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I draw sparkles in tommorow And hide behind the smille one sorow Of being lost and hope and dream Of you and i, the way we spin Tru life and words...just hold my hand Would the clouds from eyes make you understand How old we become without eachother? How ugly we look standing next to another Someoane....walk and breath my steps tru your heart There's no such thing wearing my existance apart From your eyes coloured with sun From the way we writte on our lips " we begun" I draw sparkles in tommorow... And i have hoppe in my heart And dreams in my eyes And wings i do wear I draw sparkles...in...tommorow... And still waitting...hiding sorrow That we were. Sorry for my writting english...have tryed my best. A poem written by me, a romanian woman. |
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I draw sparkles in tommorow And hide behind the smille one sorow Of being lost and hope and dream Of you and i, the way we spin Tru life and words...just hold my hand Would the clouds from eyes make you understand How old we become without eachother? How ugly we look standing next to another Someoane....walk and breath my steps tru your heart There's no such thing wearing my existance apart From your eyes coloured with sun From the way we writte on our lips " we begun" I draw sparkles in tommorow... And i have hoppe in my heart And dreams in my eyes And wings i do wear I draw sparkles...in...tommorow... And still waitting...hiding sorrow That we were. Sorry for my writting english...have tryed my best. A poem written by me, a romanian woman. Una, may I call you, Una? This is quite beautiful. It speaks of a heart remembering the only way one can in distance. Sorrow can over whelm when loss has spoken. This shows you are a beautiful woman, deeply moved by love... Would you post this in your language so we may hear it in your tongue? I am Sadie |
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hy :) i wrotted specialy for the topic...i can try to translate if you want. :)
Thank you so much for your apreciation. I will post more :) |
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hy :) i wrotted specialy for the topic...i can try to translate if you want. :) Thank you so much for your apreciation. I will post more :) Please post and you can post on your own. Welcome. |
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AM desenat sclipiri de stele in maine,
Si am ascuns dupa zambet parerea de rau CA sunt pierduta si sper si visez LA noi si la cum ne invartim prin viata, cuvinte....doar tine-ma de mana Norii din ochii mei te vor face sa intelegi Cat de batrani suntem unul fara celalat? Cat de urati suntem cand stam alaturi de alta persoana? Umbla si respira-mi pasii care vin inspre inima ta NU imi pot imagina purtand existata-mi fara Ochii tai colorati de soare. Departe de cum am scirs pe buzele noastre" am inceput" Am desenat sclipiri de stele in maine, Si vise in ochii mei Si aripile ce le port Am desenat sclipiri de stele....in maine.. Si inca astept...si port o parere de rau.. Ca am fost. sadie that the poem in romanian:) it sounds better in english because ..the way i have wrote is for english:) |
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Thank you.
Do you have more poetry? Others here would like to see you post a thread of yours. Sadie |
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How strange i found the way you walk
Away from me... SO dried i found the way we talk The meaning of the word died Somewere between your lips and my tumb Who gives colour on them and feel so numb By him self. Were is your hand wich wraps me in the ivory set of down And fly me to everything wich begun with us? How strange i found today the way you pick the flowers IS like they never meet your beatiful hand LIke your thoughts never walked me...and did not understand.. How strange i found the way i search your breath Wich lay on my palms like an old written map Of my soul... How....strange my live is pouring without you LIke water in a broken glass... Not much...like a strow and senseless less... |
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