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The In Between
Contributed by
Aeicha
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Wednesday, 26th April 2006 @ 10:51:12 PM in AEST
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Midnight comes with heaven's eyes
Breathing the breathe of her million spies
Her voice is the breeze that sings her rhymes
Her heart is the moon that beats with time
Her stories travel on wanderers' feet
And her words are heard in whispered speech
Sinners and lovers, neither can hide
For in her realm their secrets lie
She holds our moments of love and hate
And carries the burden of daylight's fate
Her light screams with an echo of a million years
She burns with passion and scorches with fears
She dances with twilight and takes morning as her lover
She gives her love freely, but loves yet another
For darkness is her soulmate, they go hand in hand
Morning is sweet, but darkness understands
Midnight's kisses are binding and deep
Her promises are stone and given to keep
Her time may be fleeting, and wisely so
But her soul is forever, and follows wherever we go
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Re: The In Between
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by emystar on
Thursday, 27th April 2006 @ 12:07:58 AM AEST
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Very deep, incrediale write.
Welcome to our global family.
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Re: The In Between
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by Keilantra on
Thursday, 27th April 2006 @ 08:18:49 PM AEST
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wowzers, I read that poem to myself about 3 times its so wonderfully written. beautiful and deep with a silky choice of words. i love it.
>She dances with twilight and takes morning as her lover
>She gives her love freely, but loves yet another
>For darkness is her soulmate, they go hand in hand
>Morning is sweet, but darkness understands
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