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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Love Spring
2004-04-05 - 8:58 a.m.
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I take each moment in time

Words to fill my cupped hands

And flow through my heart

I dribble those syllables

Through fingertips spread

To fall upon this burning heat

It cools my ardor, extinguishes my passion

I take each moment in time

Like a cool drink of water.

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave