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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jan 23, 2012 8:02:32 GMT -5
Silence where the crowd fills the square with fragments of sun.
The corpse ends ugly things and flowers can now dare bare their yellow splendor, at first through fissures in walls, then along hills climbing to the scent of virgin oils, where new days live
in a broad something of curious conversations inspired by temptations of wanting to be eternal in the holy image of a middle C
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jan 23, 2012 9:01:24 GMT -5
This evokes a rare set of sentiments. It is an unusual and original piece. People who don't like to be introduced to unusual sentiments id you intend another verse break after "live"? I think it would work.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jan 24, 2012 4:07:18 GMT -5
Thanks Don. I am not sure I understand the space effect after 'live' since the subject remains 'new days' from the previous stanza...but change makes her look and sound better.
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