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An old, old tree.
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Sunday, 9th July 2006 @ 06:39:09 PM in AEST
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There is a field that rides along the length of my eyes; a honey colored white with flowers on the side.
A straight black curl, curling over the sides; a raven over a white night strung sideways by the moon.
In my
Dreams
I am a
Star
Singing
Wild flower
Songs
To the
Silver
Smiles
Of my love
There is an old, old tree; older than me; that grows inside, and flows outside, and knows the dream that I dream.
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iodinelove
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2006-07-09 18:39:09]
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Re: An old, old tree.
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 9th July 2006 @ 09:30:10 PM AEST
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very nice!
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