Greenhand
Peasant
Truth Seer
Fear me, for I am...
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Post by Greenhand on Sept 9, 2004 23:58:43 GMT -4
Above all else the sky is slight Painted with stars that never stay And a moon that is much too fickle for my liking When the lavender sheer of winter curtains the sky Reflecting the diamonds' light upon themselves And a chill breeze moves the still night air In the deep dreaming daze of things come and gone Time will slow to the harpering of a soulful tune Played from the hearts of those who long For their spring
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Post by jstewart on Oct 10, 2004 2:20:06 GMT -4
Greenhand,
Short and Sweet: Loved the poem.. And the signiture.
The pleased,
-J. Stewart
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Greenhand
Peasant
Truth Seer
Fear me, for I am...
Posts: 37
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Post by Greenhand on Oct 16, 2004 23:51:14 GMT -4
You seem to like my stuff so far. =D Think about this poem on a winter night when the sky is that purple shade of gray, taking place after a night's snowfall. Oh man. ^^
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