A Smile Escapes, Because My Closet Holds No Bones., by Loneliness is condescending
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Solitary field of innocence
Playful breeze passing through the hair of a solid dreamer
Eyes a light with worlds so far away
Draped in flowing fabrics of white
Nearly clothed in wedding dress
The ends long eaten by black smoke
Waking you from caravans and mystique
A simple butterfly to grace your cheek
The simplicity of joys
All is well again
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| Posted: 2007-05-12 17:25:19 UTC |
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| 2005-10-14 21:29:07 | waterlily |
| lol at the title..."sounds as if you are nearlee purrfect like mary poppins or something"...a solid dreamer? that seams different to my ears...nearlee clothed in wedding d ress? dire us? duress? lol..i love caravans and mystique i must say...and butterflies as well...in many places your poem is swell... |