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~Sunset~

of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited May 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Swirl ~ loop ~ puff
pinkish orangish reddish darkish
all the ishes
for one big sky
for one little me
for insignificant us
we're lucky for the ishes
that make the sky-painting
speak to our eyes...
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • i forgeti forget Posts: 281
    Rainbows to you for sharing your lovely images!!
  • HoorayForHumansHoorayForHumans Posts: 151
    <3
    i wish i could have seen that.
    this heart's on fire
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by HoorayForHumans
    <3
    i wish i could have seen that.
    me too.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by dez higher
    Rainbows to you for sharing your lovely images!!
    weee!! hooray for rainbows!!! :D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    everywhere around the world
    everyone sees beautiful sunsets
    everyone has a beatiful view
    but the most beautiful sunset of all
    is one that's shared with you
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by Kwyjibo
    everywhere around the world
    everyone sees beautiful sunsets
    everyone has a beatiful view
    but the most beautiful sunset of all
    is one that's shared with you


    awwwwww :):)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    I'm so smooth sometimes it scares me haha
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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