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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 9, 2006 5:35:41 GMT -6
Even now, as the wind curdles against flesh cold and insistent, I can not let go of your memory of your warmth
Even though, you have already discarded me an old relic, unworthy of love, respect, to be cherished I can not move without your embrace.. brittle and pulse-less
Even now, as the wind screams with the echo of the past unrelenting it taunts, I can not let go of who we were strong, as one
Even when the wind drops and the moon shines without pity visions of you, blind mine with tears and the scalding reminder that what we had, is gone
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Post by vixen on Oct 9, 2006 11:34:58 GMT -6
Beautifyully done. Unrequited love is one of the worse feelings there is. The longing and acheing, knowing it can never be. Awesome as always Soul. Vixen
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Post by dawness on Oct 11, 2006 2:53:06 GMT -6
it is the expression of subtle aloneness that make this gem a rare one, soul... the words" even now" somehow reminds me of a barry manilow song. great!
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Post by shell on Oct 11, 2006 18:52:00 GMT -6
Deeply moving as always, Sister! The emotional bleakness reverberates, even the moon is pitiless ... to be discarded, to be dis-regarded in such cruel ways does not make anything easier to bear at all ... xxx
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 12, 2006 15:38:06 GMT -6
Thank you everyone. x Soul
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Post by anirbas on Oct 13, 2006 20:17:32 GMT -6
Riveting poeming, S'fir. Got more? Nir.
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