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Secret Life
Contributed by
Merry
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Saturday, 28th October 2006 @ 05:44:21 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The quiet rush of morning hasnt started yet Darkness still blankets the sky But sleep has left me to my own devices The hum of electricity and a dim light I watch the words dance and sing Your words, my words, our words What do they mean in time and space Mundane things, laughter, restlessness Rain taps at the window drumming softly A cadence of dreary tears What if, I ask myself Allowing fantasy to take flight That hawk who rules inside my head Takes my soul to astounding heights Where I am breathless
I land on my feet Coffee brews sputtering a welcome Dogs groan at first daylight Tails wagging eager to be outside Rain falls harder now, cold and insisting I stretch and yawn Leave my computer in favor of the kitchen Coffee in my cup You let the dogs out in a flurry of fur The magic dispersed in a breath My secret life
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Merry
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2006-10-28 05:44:21] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Secret Life
(User Rating: 1 ) by Rakerman1999 on
Saturday, 28th October 2006 @ 07:47:36 AM AEST (User
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There is a life we live for others...then there is the life we live ( or wish we could) for ourselves. Funny how rarely the two ever travel the same path eh? I loved this and more importantly...I understand.
Roses for my daisy
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Re: Secret Life
(User Rating: 1 ) by secretwind on
Saturday, 28th October 2006 @ 09:24:51 AM AEST (User
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I feel you on this poem
we live to serve
"others" |
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