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Monday, January 02, 2006
they were young to the world
They were young to the world. Only she would compose her vivid dreams. Soon, he was like her silhouette: black, suffering, surreal. They were young to the world, but old to each other.
Wow what a treat after such a long silence. They feel like parts of each other. The line I read over and over though was 'Each brick, is a fantasy linking dreams and gravity like the soft, pink umbilical cord' it conjours such beautiful immages.
3 comments:
ah, i love poetry i can't understand! ;)
Hmmm . . . an interesting kind of relationship.
Also, I posted a response to your question re publishing at my site. I hope that it helps.
Wow what a treat after such a long silence. They feel like parts of each other. The line I read over and over though was
'Each brick,
is a fantasy
linking dreams
and gravity
like the soft, pink
umbilical cord' it conjours such beautiful immages.
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