With the morning
By violetflames
She simply cannot bear the thoughts anymore, her heart lies in bed as her
soul wanders the streets. She seems lost, but only for a moments time.
The breath is visible and the chill unreachable. A search continues for
that one stem of a rose once loved. Her hands creep through the winter
and finally blossoms scent her brow. The dab of oil travels far and strikes
the travelers nose. She finds herself lost in the translation of his body
language and consumed with his eyes, azure and so alone.
With the morning a new day marked by a sunrise...and with the night a new
day marked by a sunset. Painted in simplicity and perfection, one does
not dwell on the beauty trying to find every facet to the rising and falling
of the colors. If they do, than they do not know Life. For it was meant
to be cherished, and never thrown into a fast approaching wind.
Running away is always an option.
--this wont be erased due to the only popular demand**
Comments on "With the morning"
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On Friday, October 15, 2004, FallenFaith
(44) wrote:
when I can collect my thoughts I will leave a more meaningful comment. in short, i like
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On Monday, July 19, 2004, BleedSilver
(298) wrote:
This is beautiful...and written on my birthday. The beginning description kept me reading, and The end was great.~Mikey
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A former member wrote:
This reminds me of underwater roses, for some reason...thriving for oxygen, yet drinking in the liquid vitality.
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On Monday, July 5, 2004, aXe FactoR
(333) wrote:
this [iece is beautiful, i like the last part a lot. -MeL-
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On Friday, July 2, 2004, Blood of Winter
(296) wrote:
Why would you erase something so beautiful...