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Shore tense
buried beneath
in quiet silt airs
stirs the current
slowly
and on crane legs
steady
as evening
thickens fast
in the pace
of my forest
night
stretches her
violet mood
throws
back her
mane of stars
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Comments
Breakinglogic
Mon, 2014-04-14 15:30
Slow currents poised on crane
Slow currents poised on crane legs and violet moods spread like linen. A relaxing personification, a calming write.
logic
☆ raffy
Ian.T
Mon, 2014-04-14 18:54
Steve
A grand write of the evening falling into the arms of the night.
Loved it, Yours Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Esker
Mon, 2014-04-14 23:07
return to the satin of light
from the darkest of the hours
to the bright high noons
and time for idle afternoons..
Ian.T
Tue, 2014-04-15 04:30
Then
in the feelings of light,
I shall walk with the creatures of the Earth.
Then I will really feel life as it is.
I have no reason to scratch the surface
to fulfil my dreams.
My dreams are but a thought away.
I sit here and the world passes by,
It is my world maybe that's why I cry.
Go well young traveller,
it is good to walk with you,
Yours Ian
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..