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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 12, 2007 23:22:08 GMT -5
Vain Sleep Has Come To Doubt The Creeping Tide
Vain sleep has come to doubt the creeping tide Where storm reclines to drain the heart of pride And lather sips the dogma of a limping brain
The rain is heaven's kiss on barren ground; Bent stories of the leap of sun and her unhurried sound
So shall we wait for faith to seek a wounded rainbow? Or shall we breed the wisdom of a tree That on her flow of time is born a tepid womb Where old man grows out from the tide Into a brooding child? [/size]
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Post by robertrwoods on Jun 29, 2007 21:38:59 GMT -5
Dunstan, what a superb feel, a warning of sorts, a prayer. I love this style you're workingin . Very somber, awe inspiring.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jul 22, 2007 7:25:50 GMT -5
thanks robert...i enjoy this piece too... demands reader commitment and so difficult to share, so i do not write so many in the mode...yet your encouragment may spur me on thanks
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