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An auburn sea and blue
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Saturday, 3rd January 2009 @ 03:18:01 AM in AEST
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It is four twelve a.m. and sleep once again eludes me, and I, burdened by the dreams of my desire, desire to awaken.
Tawny and stained, my hair is coffee colored with nicotine strings, my eyes are opal and blue, dreaming yellow roses at the fair, perennial day of my own end, foraging for the memories of an auburn sea, weeping at the absences of a familiar breeze.
We two, an auburn sea and blue, knew the mountains were forever, knew crumbled flesh and stone with crags and grass below, knew love—oh, how we two knew love, as if it were a bridge between us—and the depths of love consumed us.
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2009-01-03 03:18:01]
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Re: An auburn sea and blue
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 3rd January 2009 @ 06:46:01 AM AEST
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a great write. to pull off something like this at 4:12 am is nothing short of remarkable. it had some great imagery (i loved the inclusion of 'auburn' by the way) and it flowed very nicely. good work.
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Re: An auburn sea and blue
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by needledancing on
Saturday, 3rd January 2009 @ 07:09:18 PM AEST
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As said a wonderful read for that time of the night...sometimes the clearest of thoughts for sure.
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Re: An auburn sea and blue
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by Loende on
Sunday, 4th January 2009 @ 12:31:12 AM AEST
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You always make me catch my breath, Abraham... Somehow, no matter what mood I may be in, I read your work and only see beauty. I sense a longing in this piece, a waking dream and a yearning to hold tight to a connection that you've maybe lost? I'm not sure...but if that is the case, I understand how that love consumed you. Great write. May you find your rest, my friend...
Be well,
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