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| Guest_misty_* |
Apr 03, 2006, 04:15 AM
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The wrap of the wind –
Around her bare waist, Feathers her loneliness. The touch of the leaves - Gently caressing her cheek, Eases her desire. The Braille of the wave – Trickling her naked flesh, Quenches her core. The hope of the sands – Comforting her sapped soles, Rejuvenates her passion. It is golden footprints – Surrounding her spirit, That journey her home. |
| Neurosail |
Apr 03, 2006, 10:08 PM
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Footprints in the sand
And in the heart. The desire to be home again. I love your art Your passion Neurosail |
| +Steven Curtis Lance |
Apr 03, 2006, 10:21 PM
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Misty, this is so beautiful, so caressingly sensual; I am deeply touched by it, and thank you for creating and sharing it here.
You are a beautiful, beautiful poet. Love, +Stevie |
| Hey Hey |
Apr 04, 2006, 01:48 PM
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Just luverly . . . . . . .
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