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Gentle whispers of lovers fragrant midnight moon, Afar a skyline paints moody blue, As a tired child sleeps soundly in feather-filled pillow; A little, wise owl nods knowingly, When playful waves dance with dew-filled wind, My heart sings a forgotten song of yesterday; When sometimes moments awaken unresolved sorrows, A quiet prayer clears a confused soul, - a peace calms a worried heart; Like a sunflower smiling at angry sun - in open spaces. |
Gaah, I'm at loss of words and I don't think beautiful can cut it this time. *bangs herself on the head*. Blast this world of so few words. It's intriguing. It sounds like a dream.| Posted on 2006-10-30 00:00:00 | by Porcelaine | [ Reply to This ] | What a lovely piece of writing this is. It has everything going for it - description, emotion, wonder and perfect form and structure. | Quite superb. Frank. | Posted on 2006-09-28 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ] | |