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Secret Garden

I'm waving hello
To the twitters on my window sill.

Time will stand frozen
I can see the rain drops.

The petals
Are eating away dirt.

The glass crys,
Breath dripping tears
Made softly before me
A mouth tugged up by strings
And I kiss the earth.

'Think'
It whispers.

The spider comes softly become me
Spinning silk
Through confused tendrils
This insistent droning
Of a monotonous life.

And I look through the fogged window.
Into my secret garden.

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Written June 6th, 2006

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  • Your Darkness
    June 30, 2006
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    Always an impressive write sis, haven't heard from you lately. I guess Ill talk to you later. Hope everythings going well!


  • Amunet Wolfbane Moderators member
    June 7, 2006
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    So beautifully done, it has a dream-like feel to it that is so alluring. Excellent piece here


  • Frogzter gold member
    June 7, 2006
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    Waving hello to the twitters on my window sill! What a vivid and pretty image this brings to mind! This is a most interesting peice! Best wishes and warm thoughts
    ~Frog


  • ObsidianButterfly
    June 6, 2006
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    super

    hey good job little lady. I like the "Spinning silk
    Through confused tendrils
    This insistent droning
    Of a monotonous life." It sounds...... something. I dont know how to put it it just sounds intriguing. is that how you spell that? Not the point keep up the good work and keep writing you havent posted anything in awhile. See yea later!- love Obsi