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Like A Prairie Wind
Contributed by
deadreckoning1983
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Thursday, 9th October 2014 @ 11:55:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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She went back to hers
And I to mine,
But the memories I have of us
Rest secure under my skin.
I know where she lives
But no one knows I know.
It would not matter if they did,
I have already been excommunicated
Apparently a pagan,
So called from a group of prestigious white men in suits.
So I am the pagan,
And they painted her as prostitute.
Forbidden to contact each other.
But I have met her in my dreams
She has come to me,
And I to her.
I remember the way she looked at me.
Like a wild wind over the prairie,
Her gaze was adventurous
And grand,
It scaled to her personality.
And I do not know how to go on with mine
When she wanders through my hallways
A ghostly memory
That cannot be exercised,
Nor do I want her gone.
She sits across the country,
I hope she thinks of me
As I think of her.
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2014-10-09 23:55:38]
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Re: Like A Prairie Wind
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by ladyfawn on
Friday, 10th October 2014 @ 01:58:02 AM AEST
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beautiful expression, love is a funny beast....
hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: Like A Prairie Wind
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by hauntedscorp on
Saturday, 11th October 2014 @ 10:58:57 AM AEST
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I remember the way she looked at me.
Like a wild wind over the prairie,
Her gaze was adventurous
And grand,
It scaled to her personality.
Great expression. I enjoyed this poem. Keep it up!
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Re: Like A Prairie Wind
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by softerware on
Sunday, 12th October 2014 @ 12:54:49 AM AEST
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A sheer delight. You have drawn me into your experience with compelling images "she wanders through my hallways" and your ending "I hope she thinks of me as I think of her" perpetuates the theme, by handing it off to trial across our memories and the poem goes on without you. This is a ripple..without end.."Like a prairie wind!"!
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