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[sid] => 12277
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => dove
[time] => 2003-02-09 14:20:00
[hometext] => written during a transitional period of my Life... 4 years ago...
[bodytext] => under the pale moonlight... she softley
watches the shadows form a watchtower... under the stars of yesteryear she thinks on a distant life beneath her shaded eyes... a blood tear falls into the crystal lake of life off into the darkness she stares unabashedly afraid of tomorrow... yet, sadistically wishing for the next trial her thoughts transfer the distant life~ one she has only dreamt of in her hazy wakefullness, ~to present... as the blackbird watches protectively she instinctively falls to her shame ridden knees yet, she has not realized she no longer must abide by these rules regaining her balance... she dreams on this distant life where clouds form castles and oceans send ripples of love through the hardened Earth an earthquake threatens the "sanctuary" which took years to create... walls crumble to an untimely death as her soul walks the tightrope of sanity the assassin roars out of tune no longer wanted here... but never truly gone uness the circle of serenity protects the white dove and delivers her essence from this torture... who takes that chance? who dares to cross the line... to save the damsel in distress? who, but she... must fight strong... must survive must love and be loved like the white witch who hung she will be absolved another day and see another sunset... and breathe another scent of life and love another more than herself if he exists and, the moonlight is pale tonight... and the Earth is hardened... but learning to absorb the love of the ocean and the blackbird soars above the tender heart whilst the assassin vanishes and the soul regains place... and the trueness allows her to live again and love again and smile again... October 27, 1998 [comments] => 4 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 14 [informant] => LadyDama [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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