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Sleeping Mountains
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Wednesday, 29th June 2005 @ 01:52:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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One thirty in the morning:
I am broken wondering why my fingers play her chest,
two sleeping mountains rising with each sigh.
I drink from the rivers of her love.
Her fingers scrape.
She meets the sky.
My fingers press.
We are the dusk dirtied by our pride.
We are the quiet light failing in the day.
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iodinelove
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2005-06-29 01:52:59] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Sleeping Mountains
(User Rating: 1 ) by Fionndruinne on
Wednesday, 29th June 2005 @ 02:04:02 AM AEST (User
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Graceful and sensitive wording brings out the beauty of this piece. Simple and somewhat short, but lyrical and poetic. The closing lines leave a fine echo on the air.
Bravo! Do keep it up.
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