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[title] => River Reflection
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[bodytext] => River Reflection It was the perfect place for reflection. Both banks of the small river were lined with rocks Which had been rendered smooth not rough By the flow of water over the passage of time. The sky was filled with pure white clouds But beams of sunlight struck the water beneath Enhancing the hues and colours and creating a sparkle. The small waterfall kept the river running at a steady pace. I revelled at the beauty and tossed a pebble into the depths. A dark cloud came over blocking the sun and the mood changed. My thoughts focussed on her and my face mirrored the sky. More dark clouds gathered and darkened the sky. The scene was almost as black as my feelings inside. For a brief second the sun penetrated the blackness And in the water before me I pictured her face. That beauteous visage framed by lustrous long hair, Which was so fine that to run your fingers through it Was akin to scooping up a handful of very soft sand And slowly letting it slip through your fingers. I tossed another pebble into the now dark waters And the surface rippled but her image remained constant I remembered those eyes when we had said goodbye It is said that someone’s eyes are mirrors of the soul, But in her case those hypnotic orbs were wells, so deep, Which when entered entrapped your heart and captured your soul. I threw another pebble to disturb the image but it remained Then to make the mood blacker it began to spit with rain. I still could not remember exactly why it had gone wrong But it had ended and my heart had been ripped apart. What of my soul? It was still trapped within those wells, Nestled within her being, captured forever unable to move, The spots of rain became heavier and the water mixed with my tears. I just sat in the saddening scene feeling lost, empty and very alone. Alistair Muir 19/04/2010 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 319 [topic] => 22 [informant] => aliopterix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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