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She is alone, broken, bewildered
Her hair of fire and crimson cheek
Her orbs leak tears of empty spaces.

The wind is cold, inviting, soothing sting
She is alone, silent, seeking
Her skin like gossamer of the palest moonlight
Her delicate feet touch the comforting grass

The ocean is smiling, loving, beckoning home
She is alone, wanting, waiting
Her lips like parted pilgrims
Her arms spread welcoming the nights embrace

Her essence is screaming, releasing, begging freedom
She is alone, falling, flying
Her body like arched arrow
Her heart fills with abandoned hope

Her dress is white, gleaming, virginal splendor
She is alone, patient, pacing
Her spirit like unsettled winter
Her soul waits eternally for yours

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Angel of the Morning

Contributed by StormyEyed84 on Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 07:42:45 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished

Her dress is white, gleaming, viriginal splendor
She is alone, broken, bewildered
Her hair of fire and crimson cheek
Her orbs leak tears of empty spaces.

The wind is cold, inviting, soothing sting
She is alone, silent, seeking
Her skin like gossamer of the palest moonlight
Her delicate feet touch the comforting grass

The ocean is smiling, loving, beckoning home
She is alone, wanting, waiting
Her lips like parted pilgrims
Her arms spread welcoming the nights embrace

Her essence is screaming, releasing, begging freedom
She is alone, falling, flying
Her body like arched arrow
Her heart fills with abandoned hope

Her dress is white, gleaming, virginal splendor
She is alone, patient, pacing
Her spirit like unsettled winter
Her soul waits eternally for yours

Copyright © StormyEyed84 ... [ 2005-10-10 19:42:45]
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Re: Angel of the Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 08:04:45 PM AEST
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God write.
The song angel of the morning is one of my favorite writes.
Keep up the good writing.
huggs,
emy

Re: Angel of the Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 08:05:32 PM AEST
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Sorry that was suppose to be good write.

Re: Angel of the Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 08:14:44 PM AEST
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This is very good. It actually reminds me of a series of poems I wrote called "The winter of my youth". Your poem is full of sadness and longing and like my soul yours seems to cry out too. I say that so that you do not feel that you are alone.

Re: Angel of the Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by ChibiMiroku on Monday, 10th October 2005 @ 11:15:23 PM AEST
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Mwahahah. I've seen the reference to lips as pilgrims before, but never was able to use it myself.

Nicely done, and I like the contrast between the first and last stanzas. Well done!

Re: Angel of the Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 12th October 2005 @ 12:20:47 AM AEST
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It's hard to add to the previous comments as it's basically already been said. Great job! Keep it up and thank you for sharing.

Take care,

Tim
:-)

Re: Angel of the Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by Loende on Friday, 14th October 2005 @ 07:28:37 AM AEST
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I absolutely loved the last two lines. This was a teriffic write. Great job.

Be well,
Loende

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