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[aid] => mick
[title] => Don
[time] => 2009-11-13 05:22:23
[hometext] => I wrote this for Donald Adams, really cool guy at www.thesoundofstars.com. really love his work!
[bodytext] => Heaven churned with hope as the stars spoke his name, asking his hand in orchestra. He smiled with a nod, ready. In the things he felt for them they needed no proof of life, so he listened to each song, knowingly. Chirping choirs of recognition whispered secrets into him knitting promises for him to wear. The skies were his life's lore so he gazed with infant's eyes seeing only blessings. It started to build pressure slowly, the madness others implied on him yet married so surely themselves by denying ears to his deep dreams and pushing him away . People. Celestial voices, soothing and comforting persisted, calming and reassuring as their visits frequented. With soothing melodic love they mended his strength. Passion faltered naught. Today a brave pioneer is commended, embraced by a kindred folk of many. His promises fulfilled, he stands lightly, he shared with all each colorful stellar gift and gave their glowing bodies rythm. Life. Renewed in spirit, he yearns the taste of the next journey not yet told. The stars spoke his name and he listened. -Svw [comments] => 1 [counter] => 131 [topic] => 54 [informant] => clayman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => happypoetry )
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