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Forest Walk
Contributed by
Rosewing
on
Monday, 29th July 2002 @ 09:32:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
SecretLove
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Soft, say the ripples of harlequin light
on the bleach-white dome of his dreams,
The hazel mask of her glassy eyes
and the passionate sandwich of love.
Wait, say the whispers of neon walls
to the magic ocean of his mind
the tender arms of silken smiles
holding hands with the forest.
With finger tips that glowing red
caress the slender trunk,
The forest of her undergrowth
is as sunlight seems to die.
She shon like a moon from the mirror
which hung helplessly on the wall.
Alive ,but drugged with ecstasy,
as the virgin stream strides on
Sigh she said and Linda moved,
the waiting footsteps call my name
How quickly now the forest clears
and silver dreams disguise the path
Rosewing
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Rosewing
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2002-07-29 21:32:11]
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Re: Forest Walk
(User Rating: 1 )
by chatabox on
Tuesday, 30th July 2002 @ 01:11:08 AM AEST
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yes I have many memories of family trying to burst into the lounge when I had my date with me......
I tell you though, I would never have described it so........your imaginative writings are wonderful....I loved this. |
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