To Rudimentary Instances of Shaping the Heart -
April 2nd, 2004
Soft light stands still and in its wake follows her
fleeting steps,
She graces the ground, barely touching and floats to
me in ever-fading dreams,
Consciously aware of nothing, I breathe for the first
time and there is dawn in her eyes,
A million more futures unfold before me and I am once
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my favorite line--- one i can relate to--- is this:
"I am guided not by what I know is right, but what might surely kill me.."
beautiful, Veej. thanks for sharing.
::hug::
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I'm glad you enjoyed it.
*hugs*
-VJ
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I LOVED the poem. I'm not a complete bitch. ;o)
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I'm glad you liked the poem, I really like and that says a lot - because I never like my own work.
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I liked the poem very much.
::hugs::
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I am going to have to read this poem when I'm less sleepy though to make sure it hits right.
Good day.
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