So we’ll sit here in the morning light
And breathe in life,
And with the pumping of your blood
The sun will rise.
And the heavy air will rain on our hearts,
And I’ll gaze into your beautiful face
While the daylight stars drink us away.
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Written June 24th, 2006
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this is simply beautiful
-esha-
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Beautifully Written!
Such a powerful write, beautifully expressed with so few words! I enjoyed reading this piece!! Thanks for sharing
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Short sweet and to the point. How lovely. Keepup the good work you are amamzing!!!
Soon to be queen, but for now still the...
Nubian Princess -
Oh, how I avoided clicking on this poem! I was sure it would something apocalyptic and generally eye rolling-inducing. This isn't, eh. This is very pleasant, and not at all reminiscent of bad horror movies. In fact it reminds me of a few good films. men. ahaheah.
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It's short, but not too short. Great write. I especially like the title.
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Beautiful. What more can I say?
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"While the daylight stars drink us away."
Exquisite, sorrowful and beautiful and magnificent all at the same time. I love this piece, short but soooo sweet like freshly squeezed juice on a hot summer day. Well done! -
stunning
this is beautiful. I don't know any other way to describe how this poem makes me feel, it's so simple and deep. This is one of those true love poems, it shows instead of telling. Great job, I enjoyed reading it. -
Very simple and beautiful...I truly enjoyed this poem.
It is refreshing to read one such as this...
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This is just beautiful..I love it
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umm
I love it
umm
Alot
ALot of LOVE
im so hyper lol
well its June 2, 2006 @ 4:38 in the evening lol
and i have nothgin to do and i called you and you wernt home and ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm YOU WERNT HOME AT YOUR DADS EITHER LOOSER
anyways
i REALLY like this poem lol
and i really like Flamingos but nobody cares about my feelings
EXPECIALY YOU you you ....you old bag you
a Barf bag not ust a paper bag but a BARF bag you should feel really LOW right now
how low can you go can you go down low can you take it to the ... umm floor? lalla i dont know the rest haahhaa
well
i shall go tend to my Dragon in the back yard so he doesnt burn the hole town or china down
haha town , Down they RHYME
welll
umm
i hate you
i love you
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Beautifully written!
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This gave me chills, in a good way of course..
Beautiful, and yes, that's what life is all about. -
Gah, Natalie.
It is that time of evening, that time..the time of the time:
When I am hyper.
I think it might have been the 3 Mountian Dews I drank. But it could be the mood this poem sets me in.
I love it.
Not just love...
I adore it. It's fan-stinkin-tastic.
It's so..so...romantic?
Yeah, romantic. Its like, True Love...BAM! right in your face.
It makes me happy, but completly unsatisfied with my personal life. Thanks, yet again, you make me feel like a loser.
You're so cruel. I bet you wrote this poem, just to be like "Na na na na boo boo, Youre a loser, thats never going to have love, because youre a tall, man handed, freaky punk lady that scares the poop out of all the boys."
Great friend, Nat.
Okay, This is a GREAT bedtime story:
Once upon at time, there was a prince named Hitler, and he started a club, called the Holocaust!
...Kidding.
dur.
Well, Im going to eat some chips and dip, and talk to Corey.
Yeah, I talk to that loser.
He's the only one that will listen to how pitiful my life is.
Hippo<3
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Wow...
Wow. I- I'm speechless. It's very naturale, and it makes you think what the sky is doing up there. It's watching. Just like the government.
Really great poem.
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beautiful work
i love this
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this is the best poem you have ever read. i MEANT written.
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This poem is seriously one of the best poems you have ever read. I can read it, and feel so...alive. It is so reviving. I love it so much. I cant stop reading it, and I think that maybe one day you should stop feeding your dog those fingers..yeah. its kinda weird.
oh and um, your mom told me to tell you to stop sneaking out with boys and watching the sunrise and telling them about their pumping blood. again, kinda weird.
BUT I LOVE THIS POEM, i just made babies with it.
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