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Post by Ivan Carswell on Mar 6, 2008 18:55:09 GMT -5
Abandoned, but not alone in a carnival kaleidoscope where the beat goes on – sure and steady with rhythms strong tho’ the dance is not the same.
Abandoned in a frame of fractal shapes unfolding fern-like fronds debasing the rigid plan of our sometimes strained but still amiable relationship.
Abandoned by the ways this late growth has gained credence, taking precedence over the ambient years of benign, untutored friendship.
Abandoned, but not alone with my memories where you remain a flower in bloom, the renaissance of spring, the scent of my dreams. © I.D. Carswell
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