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Post by leecrowell on Aug 30, 2010 16:32:18 GMT -5
just to know you was enough for me I didn't need to brush you with my fingertips or hold you hostage from your parasol domain just to see your smile directed at me was enough to curb the blood thirst in my mind
I carried you across a stream the earth stood still for your return, the moon refused to draw the morning tide now children tend your flower bed young men plow your fields for you they vow to love and die for you while women weave your hair into golden braids
just to know you was enough for me I didn't need to thunder through your window at night or drag you to my well of wasted ways
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Post by Nick Harris on Sept 4, 2010 14:32:58 GMT -5
I like it. Very Nordic. Very self-reflective, moving, and in a way, touching.
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Post by leecrowell on Sept 4, 2010 23:52:21 GMT -5
thanks Nick it's good to be back after a busy summer
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Sept 8, 2010 15:34:18 GMT -5
there is a sense of a perfected love running through...perfect at some elusive point...a life that stays after its death...nordic yes very much so...first read read parasol as pastoral and felt it was beautiful, was slightly disappointed when i realised it was parasol until the meaning seeped through and it became all very perfect...to me....this hits me completely
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Post by leecrowell on Sept 8, 2010 19:47:59 GMT -5
truly humbled by Dunstan's comments it's a great feeling when someone connects to my thought stream thank you
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