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 Apr 10 2005, 12:42 AM
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 iuvenesco  Group: Member Posts: 427 Joined: Feb 2005 Member No: 101,221  |
the empty vase,
a growling lion speak the same language: hunger in longing they cry away the night of half appeased moon when the wind so softly kisses the brilliant moment that mother now keeps inside her locket box until they sweep an abyss's center and only then when the luster is dead she weeps for it back. |
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May 4 2005, 11:30 PM
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iuvenesco Group: Member Posts: 427 Joined: Feb 2005 Member No: 101,221 |
hm, any suggestions?
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May 5 2005, 03:25 PM
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 reluctantly gazing Group: Member Posts: 472 Joined: Mar 2005 Member No: 120,555 |
Please don't double post.
It's a pretty poem. i actualy can't find much to criticize at all. good job. |
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May 5 2005, 03:29 PM
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 banned Group: Member Posts: 1,589 Joined: Feb 2004 Member No: 3,768 |
Good poem!! I like it!
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May 7 2005, 09:29 PM
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iuvenesco Group: Member Posts: 427 Joined: Feb 2005 Member No: 101,221 |
thanks
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