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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 6, 2007 0:45:48 GMT -5
Head straight away from the sun. The pretty one with the yellow hair turns her face aside. The faint call of prayer dissipates into silence.
Those who are drawn to what is beautiful flock to it, to be rubbed, have flecks of it on skin, crowd around push their bodies into prominence, await their chance.
Head straight into the shadow, for unpopular, smaller, sadder, softer darker default places, don't be eager.
Never an eager kiss, every kiss a bargain, these don't last but add to the inventory of calm incremental love in the shade without the shouts.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jul 16, 2007 11:36:37 GMT -5
emotion is perhaps poetry's spice...what i read here concerns the beauty of love without emotional fuss... u may have intended something different but i read a poem i deeply enjoy as its calm emotion deals with the placid beauty of a gently growing love...
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 17, 2007 19:23:38 GMT -5
It's about the unregenerate soul who believes he does not deserve the best and will be happy with some quiet solution.
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Post by Bobby Slais on Jul 17, 2007 20:50:02 GMT -5
I enjoyed the ending bit the best. It seems to have shown that "N" seemingly lost and not happy enjoys the gifts and bits of love provided. Nice technich here Don, enjoyed brother!
Smiles! Bobby
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 18, 2007 14:00:16 GMT -5
Thanks Bobby
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