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| From: Mindmanuk (Original Message) | Sent: 9/15/2004 10:40 AM |
In the twilight under lamplight thoughts turn to you Nearer midnight under starlight haunting me through Might be whisky tried to frisk me find the traces of you Might be wine made me fine gave me security In the lamplight of the dawn light no sleep in between All the memories all the worries picked white and clean In the slipstreams of the passings in the time beams of years is a sparkle I noticed They seem to be tears. 15/9/2004 |
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Wow! This is absolutely fantastic! I love it... It's so sad and yet there's a profound beauty in between those lines and I could feel every single word! I am really speechless with this, it's just so brilliant. Keep on writing, I love poems like this you know. Lv Fluff. |
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hi Mark Great economy with lines here and love the rhyming skill! A poem after my own heart luv |
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Thanks Greta & Fluff This is the second of the twilight poems I'm trying to write simple stuff because I find a lot of my work is too wordy. Mark |
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Hi Mark I thought this was melacholic and lamentful, a sad but enjoyable read. Mari |
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Indeed Mark, not your usual style but has a nice rhyme and rhythm to it, written almost like a tune. Nice one. : )lb |
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| | From: Zydha | Sent: 9/16/2004 9:59 PM |
I like this different style, it suits the mood and tune I hear, Mark. I wonder why I seem to hear a musical rhythm in a lot of your work as I read. Zydha |
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