| Open Poetry #24 |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
It was inside I felt it reach out It touched I couldnt see It was within without I held it tight I believe in it it is truly what it is not I taste, I touch, I smell Perhaps tomorrow i'll be in it within perhaps without we will be/Are the same But we will not until tomorrow. Take a good look at my face |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"It was inside I felt it reach out It touched I couldnt see It was within without" not sure exactly what you mean, but I'm thinking it's love I liked this part here, best ![]() |
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Mistletoe Angel![]() ![]()
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
![]() (sigh) I too thought the same thing as Susan reading this, sounds like the heart of a lover, and I know with your deserving heart you will fall in it in no tie, as I was there but now am way out of it! (big hugggsssss) God Bless You, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Walter, thank you for sharing! ![]() May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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