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Speak to Me
Contributed by
joelmuses
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Saturday, 7th February 2009 @ 11:54:56 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Speak to me.
Weave meaning from desire
Horizon come
from stark and swirling gyre.
And summer falls--
that wind so oft admired.
Sweet phantom cross,
whose sacrifice expires
all too soon. I am one who does not cease to bruise.
I am one who dares not seek to lose.
I am he who can not bear good news.
Those heavy eyes:
cages lined in a cold
satin guise. I am one who numbers the tries.
I am one who colors the skies.
I am he, from whom wisdom flies,
flees,
and dies.
Copyright ©
joelmuses
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2009-02-07 23:54:56]
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Re: Speak to Me
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 8th February 2009 @ 01:03:09 AM AEST
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Excellent poetry and beautiful flow. Yes, it tis sad but nevertheless, an enjoyable read.
Thank you for sharing.
Tim
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Re: Speak to Me
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by shelby on
Wednesday, 22nd April 2009 @ 07:12:28 PM AEST
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And summer falls--
that wind so oft admired.
This entire write is lovely the lines above I favored.
I enjoyed this and it flows like a gentle stream.
Michelle |
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