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In the Center: A World Away
Contributed by
Delusions_of_Grandeur
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Thursday, 11th July 2002 @ 10:12:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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In the center of his eyes, his soul shines with a brilliance. In the center of his chest, a chain with a heart. The wind caresses his body, blows softly his hair, a slight smile touches his lips as he looks back without care.
In the center of the field, he lies relaxed.
In the center of the sky, the sun shines, warming his face.
The grass in green glory, brushes his fingers, scattered with flowers, that sway in the breeze.
Sunflowers behind him, shining like starlight and off in the distance, blue mountains and trees.
In the center of the world, is a patchwork of brilliance.
In the center of the field, amidst the flowers he lies.
All in the center of this photograph that I hold, as I cry. A world away from his love, all I have is this snapshot, from a moment in time, far, far away. Though if asked, I could swear, without a moments hesitation, I can see my reflection, in the center of his eyes.
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Re: In the Center: A World Away
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jackee_line on
Wednesday, 30th October 2002 @ 05:48:50 AM AEST (User
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very nice, great write.
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Re: In the Center: A World Away
(User Rating: 1 ) by exiled on
Monday, 5th May 2003 @ 04:54:56 AM AEST (User
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This is a great write. I really enjoyed it and when I got to the end it sent chills down my spine. Good job. Keep posting.
exiled
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