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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

 

A Moment In Time
2004-04-05 - 8:57 a.m.
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She closes the letter

One tear at a time

Caresses the creases

Like a lover's hands.

Now she's here

A million miles away

A tired cliche

In the face of the day.

A hand she knows

From thought alone

Reaches and grasps

Her still beating heart

A moonlight mile

A windswept kiss

Nourishes her soul

Til the vision fades

A fantasy she craves

A moment in time

To be with the one

That writes such perfect lines.

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