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There, we became one;
At twilight.
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At 19:41, p.m.
The olive trees were still.
and every boy held his breath
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A metaphorical representation of the Aurora Borealis.
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Warmth cascades from her lips to daisies bound in flight;
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Winter shades and pacific blue; Quantities of endless string
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“I pray that heaven will be…” exalts the priest to his mass
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Enraptured, I follow the breeze,
unknowingly as,
another bee.
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Wrestle me from this moonlight mist bound beneath a gentle sky, as it
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So I remain; lost among its’ brevity,
longing for more.
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It is a dream that cannot be
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A quiet dream
Which now ceases to be.
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And I beg...for I cannot, in these sweat filled sheets,
be still in a waking dream,
Where I lay alone as one.
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As you stand here in this pool, to take a look at me.
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Take My Hand For one Last Dance
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The Ink marks the paper well
by The Squeeze
29 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 28 8:06 PM 2008
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I lie entombed before this land cradled
upon its ashen sand, as it nestles
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My little little Butterfly.
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Hopeful that it may return…
~but no, it is, forever gone~
by The Squeeze
19 lines, 6 comments,
on Apr 8 6:53 PM 2008
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"Bella. Sin ti, yo no puedo vivir."
by The Squeeze
23 lines, 8 comments,
on Apr 2 4:16 PM 2008
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It flutters as a subtle crest, lost
to this endless sea, of marble
by The Squeeze
31 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 25 5:19 PM 2008
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but promise beneath the moonlit night, forever, to return
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It eases forth in rippled waves,
Upon these shores of earth and sea
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And she returns home at last,
To the distant shores of Sicily.
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That it is she who will yet remain
And wait, forever, on and on
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So she remembers this place
forever, oh the Argentine.
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It billows against the gentle drapes,
Rippled like the oceans waves, and mired
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