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The Hidden Pond
By Midnight Phoenix
A misty fog rolls off the hidden pond as I sit at the broken docks
Where my naked feet may sway
To look above is to see the arms of trees and I pull the storm clouds
Over my head, I find it safer this way
The water is still and filled with bones
It's tragic but so beautiful
I remain still and wait alone
To find the magic oh so beautiful
The heavy clouds fall into the pond as I sit at the broken docks
Where my naked feet may sway
To look above is to see the rain fall down upon the trees
Then I close my eyes, close my eyes and sleep
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Copyright 2003 little nemo
Published on Tuesday, April 8, 2003.
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"Poetry"
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On Saturday, June 16, 2007, torn_beauty
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wrote:
I loved the imagery so much. you have a nice sense of voice and it flowed wonderfully
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On Saturday, December 10, 2005, the dried flower
(67) wrote:
i love the use of a good snap shot...i got a beautiful mental picture from your poem...(it's very cool)
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On Thursday, July 10, 2003, urbanhumility
(1175) wrote:
i love your embrace of nature, i too cannot seperate "this" nature from my soul, your words do much, your written voice has humility, and awe for nature....beautiful......urban
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A former member wrote:
Very well done...you r very talented!
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