Subconcious Lover
movingfinger
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Dreams swing…
Pendulous
Through waking
Reflections
You are gone
and I close
my eyes,
opening before
a rift…
The hole you left
Seems more jagged
Root-veined
Freshly dug
I plant a
Dream
And hope that
it grows,
Fertilized,
with another’s
Love.
Pendulous
Through waking
Reflections
You are gone
and I close
my eyes,
opening before
a rift…
The hole you left
Seems more jagged
Root-veined
Freshly dug
I plant a
Dream
And hope that
it grows,
Fertilized,
with another’s
Love.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
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awesome poem.
Gets me thinking about subconcious slumber tonight:)
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
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