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Relax
Contributed by
Clementine
on
Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 04:38:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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Like little mirrors hanging onto
every reflection that surrounds them,
tiny drops of crystal slowly make their way downward
as they descend from the old rusty faucet.
Hopelessly falling and filling my marble encased place
of internal restoration.
Lathered beads as white as snow capped mountains
seem to hover over this warm bed of water,
each one twinkling in pinks and golds
from the flicker of the candlelight near by.
A sweet fragrance of lilac tickles my nose
before filling in every empty part of my skin.
It clouds my mind and takes me to a place
beyond the restrictions of reality.
Closing my eyes to see
a hundred tiny dreams in front of me.
Each one I live from beginning to end.
Resurfacing and regrouping,
reflecting and collecting,
drifting off to a far away land.....
Copyright ©
Clementine
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2004-11-12 16:38:07] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Relax
(User Rating: 1 ) by a_bear on
Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 04:45:09 PM AEST (User
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For some reason this made my nose tickle. |
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