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Contributed by AbstractMinded on Thursday, 8th January 2004 @ 02:27:37 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Over time absent she sits contemplating
The curtains shift the light on the wind
Seeing the rain sheet past, rising through the cracked pane
The long unforgotten pastures of her childhood turn in and out of view
Like a memory, that one cant lose and doesn’t want.

I see her fading from now and touch her arm;
I ask her and she nods but her eyes don’t move
From the splintered window her memories jump again.
She shuts her eyes against the view and I see the tears come
What can I say if I don’t know her mind?

One time a light shone onto a dissembled wreck
And I thought I saw a world on her palm
Slowly turning as she sat and asked the answers, and I was hers
But there’s always one more question that begs a reply
And so the glow began to fade, now she looks for light in me.

I used to think I knew, but my arrogance left me
As her family did, and now I am as unsure as fear.
People ask me-truly do I love her? And I always answer the same-Yes.
For the sun in her eyes; and the wind through her hair;
And the kiss from her lips like the morning.




Copyright © AbstractMinded ... [ 2004-01-08 14:27:37]
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Re: Change (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Thursday, 8th January 2004 @ 09:32:34 PM AEST
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Beautifully written ... vivid images, wonderful use of words ... Jan


Re: Change (User Rating: 1 )
by LiveTheDream on Friday, 9th January 2004 @ 03:36:53 PM AEST
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This ones my fav so far
Keep up the good wk!!
xxx




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