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Sanity

I write for sanity, but she will never come.
She loved me once
It was early autumn
Her eyes were a Goldish orange and brown
Or maybe they were blue
Heaven blue
They were
In fact I saw an eagle perched high on a lonely loud mountain and there were 3 clouds fighting for domination.
She wore a white cashmere sweater
w. sandals and balance.
She smelt pretty and confident
She carried herself simple
Only 2 gold rings
And a compassion shaped medallion, hanging from a sterling silver chain.

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  • poetryality silver member
    December 5, 2008
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    WELCOME!

    I love the personification of "sanity" written here poet. For your first posting on AP, I am thoroughly impressed. You have captured the essence of tranquility, which "sanity" embraces and never wants to release. Wonderful musing poet! Keep writing!



    Much Love & Respect ♥

    Renee

  • Bob Fox
    December 5, 2008

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    poet

    first of all welcome to AP and I must say one excellent and reflective write. sanity seeking love then lost to depression it seems. Life's circle at times.


  • Valley Girl silver member
    December 3, 2008

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    Welcome to All Poetry

    A sad but romantic write at the same time. I really like the imagery and descriptions you have used for this. Thank you for sharing this with us.
    Sarah
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  • patchgirl
    December 2, 2008

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    I like it!
    ( i am not one as I tell all who i comment of many thoughts mainly because I have trouble putting them into words, which is why I my poems suck so much! ^^)
    This is very good though!