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Post by sylvia on Jun 21, 2011 22:46:30 GMT 8
Assembly
As the hand grasps for twelve A slice of moonlight Pierces the calm, cold glass Through which the stars speak nightly Discussion group for one Purple,black, white Colours blend as it sounds midnight Orange, yellow, red The night gone. The group dead. Await the burning and the falling Dropping of the day My friends will reappear I can think and be
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Post by lynette on Jun 22, 2011 15:59:19 GMT 8
You're a poet, nice.
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Post by sylvia on Jun 22, 2011 19:23:32 GMT 8
Thank you !
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Post by cat on Jun 24, 2011 5:20:15 GMT 8
Assembly As the hand grasps for twelve A slice of moonlight Pierces the calm, cold glass Through which the stars speak nightly Discussion group for one Purple,black, white Colours blend as it sounds midnight Orange, yellow, red The night gone. The group dead. Await the burning and the falling Dropping of the day My friends will reappear I can think and be This is good. I like this poem.
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