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And the bright yellow moon in reach of adolescent palms,
And the turbulent waves which tango on the shores
The mythological tales which cuddle mini hearts to sleep,
The salty breathes which waltz across the plains
And elastic ripples which quench the harsh sand.
Then the soft aroma which lays dormant across the land,
In the distance an old forgotten light house appears
Two voices merged in delight faintly disappear
An empty peer where feet dangle side by side
Two souls lost in solitude and tender abide. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 138 [topic] => 2 [informant] => daylynn_van_wyk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )

Meeting at Night

Contributed by daylynn_van_wyk on Saturday, 28th March 2015 @ 12:16:23 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

The mellow seas submerged below fierce tides,
And the bright yellow moon in reach of adolescent palms,
And the turbulent waves which tango on the shores
The mythological tales which cuddle mini hearts to sleep,
The salty breathes which waltz across the plains
And elastic ripples which quench the harsh sand.
Then the soft aroma which lays dormant across the land,
In the distance an old forgotten light house appears
Two voices merged in delight faintly disappear
An empty peer where feet dangle side by side
Two souls lost in solitude and tender abide.

Copyright © daylynn_van_wyk ... [ 2015-03-28 12:16:23]
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Re: Meeting at Night (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Saturday, 28th March 2015 @ 02:44:08 PM AEST
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I like it.
Very well written with a great flow.

Re: Meeting at Night (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 28th March 2015 @ 07:45:35 PM AEST
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dazzling imagery so wonderfully stated. It took me away with it. It's almost like a beautiful painting the way this is constructed. The Earth as you remind us here, is amazing!

Peace!

Re: Meeting at Night (User Rating: 1 )
by xHeathenx on Wednesday, 1st April 2015 @ 11:31:49 AM AEST
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Strange read for me. I started it and got confused by the flow, so after three or four lines I started over, and about half-way through, I ended up realizing I was going much too fast. Lol

I'm guessing it's a nice depiction of imagery of a tropical beach, in all it's beauty, kindness, and even its unforgiving days. Two people who shared the experience, either among others, or by themselves originally, are now sharing the experience in memory, or they are sharing the experience now.

I get it. Pretty sure they're enjoying themselves now. By "two voices disappear", I was thinking ghosts or memories, and that the two people were on the pier together, when they faded away into non-existence, perhaps repeatedly, being a solitude every day, temporarily.

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