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Post by Bobby Slais on Jul 1, 2007 7:03:32 GMT -5
The window wind Seeps through the sill, An invisible force, silent Like a fear realized eventually Chill up the spine tingles Reaching the base of thought Changing the mind in waves Like a deaf bird singing, Come quick dear, see! Look at that thing, It’s there, just search beyond Everything that’s evident In the light of day Or the dark of night, Motionless mime, speak! Do not close it now, You’ve finally begun to feel.
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Post by Shell on Jul 9, 2007 9:07:56 GMT -5
I adore the way this leads intensely, privately, towards a wonderful revelation ... very, very moving!
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jul 27, 2007 13:14:36 GMT -5
agree with shell, cascades with allure to a fresh spring that beautifies each of nature's steps...
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