|Red Rings (standard:poetry, 90 words)|
|Author: Elizabeth Spencer||Added: Oct 06 2003||Views/Reads: 1560/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Want to be in his arms...or do I?|
Unheard Heart Dark circles.......like the smooth ripples on a stealy pond. sheaths of darkness unfold, repeating themselfs in tandom. So very weariy are the waters I cast my sails upon. That I betray my stoic nature for the frailty of this private love. This emotional hunger, a ravish feast of passion and play lies within this blank stare and silent volumes. Brush the dust from moment and feel the ripples as they lick the lush green shore. The supple touch of life, in a never ending stream of rain drops. Tweet
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