| Open Poetry #30 |
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The Song Of Angels |
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titch k Member
since 2003-11-25
Posts 123 |
I know little, about my task in life With twilight shadows in my heart And this spirit, yearning in desire; The song of angels, rendering sweet succession; For I am wearied, mist the frost on the moon; All our pampered paunches; Lonliness, moonlit sea and tears; Which cannot summon, in a solitary cloud; This hollow in the heart, roles in essence And still, the struggle of outpourings and distress; My outward sense is gone; And visions rise, less harassed, Fetch me the key, I put down my oar; Only as heaven pleases And this spirit, yearning in desire; The song of angels Titch |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
love the graphic, in both the picture and your words...breathing very visual feelings. Enjoyed |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Stunning writing and lovely graphics. This had an incredible flow to it. Well done. |
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Sparticus Member
since 2003-11-15
Posts 245 |
((((((Titch)))))) You continue to grow and grow as a writer. The concepts here flow brilliantly with your message. Welcome to the PIP! Sparticus Even with insects- |
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