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Equilibrium of Passions
Contributed by
spike
on
Thursday, 8th April 2004 @ 04:42:07 AM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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Evening to morning,
And next to me you stir
Kindred spirits, belonging
Neither to lovers or friends
- Something in between.
As friends we succumbed
To the inevitable attraction;
As lovers we could not sustain it.
And so we fall between the two,
Uncertain in this, the new dawn.
Copyright ©
spike
... [
2004-04-08 04:42:07] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Equilibrium of Passions
(User Rating: 1 ) by Avarice_Riot on
Thursday, 8th April 2004 @ 05:45:24 AM AEST (User
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Very nice title there and overall a great poem as well, quite sad but intriguing. |
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Re: Equilibrium of Passions
(User Rating: 1 ) by AnGeL_M on
Friday, 9th April 2004 @ 05:20:39 AM AEST (User
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Great Write Although A Little Sad But Written Very Well...Keep Em Coming
******LoVe**AnGeL*******
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Re: Equilibrium of Passions
(User Rating: 1 ) by little_genna on
Friday, 9th April 2004 @ 05:38:18 AM AEST (User
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very apt title for this poem. yet another one of your poems that has reached straight to my heart. well written yes a little sad but the right tone.
love and hugs
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Re: Equilibrium of Passions
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 1st September 2008 @ 01:20:12 AM AEST (User
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S,
This actually hurts. I have been in this place and there is an awkwardness
that cannot be escaped. It gets under the skin like osmosis and flows freely
throughout the veins to the point of emotional exhaustion! It is a difficult
moment to live in.
Having nothing of worth on the homepage ('cept of course what I've already
commented on), I am sentenced to search the back catalogues of my favourite
poets. Kudos here, dear poet. A wonderfully emotive (and-for me-nostalgic) piece.
Well done!!
~ Breezy
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