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Molded...




she is worn
by the rivers of experience

tossed on rocks of determination

churned from the depths 
by the undercurrent

her every thought
a grain of sand

that will, with time,
become a castle



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  • misticmoonlite gold member
    October 12, 2008

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    what a lovely piece

    you penned this with very nice images, the heart of the land is divided by water, nicely formed...
    thank you for this entry, good luck
    Linda


  • Peteskid gold member
    October 11, 2008

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    a castle from a grain of sand, remarkable brevity here and the wonderful open words...deliver a strong idea on the strength of possibilities and faith...wonderful...PK