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Post by soulfir3 on Dec 10, 2006 17:43:07 GMT -6
Dipping between the leaves of the trees, sun plays his games as shadows tease along narrow path hiding under footprints all that is left of lovers
Shadows grow longer, as night time appears lovers tread printed in the sands of time an imprint of each, gently laid fingers entwined with the other voices softly murmuring each with their own rhythm and rhyme
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Post by magpie on Dec 10, 2006 18:27:09 GMT -6
nice visuals in this one's first verse - good reading
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Post by anirbas on Dec 10, 2006 19:48:39 GMT -6
concrete visuals shadowed by the abstractism of romance...luscious canvas of words... thanks for sharing, S'fir...got more? Nir.
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Post by soulfir3 on Dec 11, 2006 23:58:33 GMT -6
Thanks magpie and Nir
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Post by dawness on Dec 12, 2006 1:17:49 GMT -6
foreplay? this is both subtle and firey i like!
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Post by vixen on Dec 12, 2006 21:39:44 GMT -6
Oh, the language of love. Beautifully scribed. I love the lyricism of this one. Makes me want to be in love and romantic. Great as always Vixen
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