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Aug 01, 2006 22:17

white wings
gently move aside
the languid air,
lift
her
over the sullen
humid-kissed trees
to touch
the face
of the moon

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catwingz August 2 2006, 17:06:28 UTC
beautiful :)

the girl
riding
with the moon
at her back

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knightbluerose August 3 2006, 01:51:23 UTC
The moon hangs gracefully, suspended above the heat of the day. She burns orange tonight, with the last remnants of the suns fury in the humid day, turned golden and pale.

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skygypsy August 3 2006, 02:04:47 UTC
catwingz speaks so delightedly of you, i had to come check your lj
and i find magical breaths of poetry!
the language of poetry delights my heart
and sometimes the muse moves me
though lately
words are pre-form in percolating silence,
waiting to harvest a long season's cultivation...

adding you,
looking forward to your evocative gifts of glimpses :)
~namaste~

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