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hellostrangeone — Brimming
Published: 2008-11-28 23:23:29 +0000 UTC; Views: 111; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 6
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Breathing again in aching sheets,dawn breaks upon roses in bloom.
Pink and alive another day,
they are my morning reminder-
-quivering hands
that extend from a soul
in exposure;
a beating heart
that holds the peaceful bond
beneath our skin.
I awake to find new flowers grown;
Never have my shining eyes
felt a sight more beautiful than
the memories in roses.
Comments: 6
i like the mystery, this has some of it
it is indeed romantic, reminds me of things i used to write and will probably go back to again
am i getting old? i wonder.
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If you've stopped writing romantic poetry, etc. It doesn't necessarily mean you're getting old. even when you're old you can find love/romance. I just thinki writers go through phases of different styles. Maybe the romantic will come back to you.
I'm glad there's still mystery in this, I'm not much of a romantic writer and I was afraid it'd be too blunt or obvious.
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yes, it is true that i've already went through many phases. i have a feeling i fluctuate between romantic ideals and somewhat murky, more true-to-life expression...
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Yay I get this one! It shall be my morning reminder to smile now. (it worked)
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I thought you might know what I was saying in this one. (It worked for me too)
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