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My Love in White
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My Love in White |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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My ideal is to leave no paper clean and white, To cover with words, —my only real respite— To encapsulate truth, love, emotions. To rest with a pen upon paper devotions; My reasons for love, my reasons for living; Though they be one, for my life is for giving. Yes, I had waited for long and for naught, My love was a song that could never be taught. A rhythm that ebbs and flows with the day, Melodic and slow; she builds as I play. Vibrant and graced as the strings of the night, The tune that they play sings a song of delight To the love of a native, entwining my heart… I might end up adding on to this. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Yes, I had waited for long and for naught, My love was a song that could never be taught. dang, I know the feeling! |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
we have so many of these: i know the feeling. i know the feeling of your knowing the feeling, doesn't it sturr so much in you to think: someone else knows how i feel. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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