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Awake
by J AG
Friday, December 05, 2008
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It's cold, she said
waking up from her
freshly made bed
rose petals still
strewn all about
in circles.
It is cold, he replied,
holding his hand out
to her side
lifting her up from
her cocoon.
They looked all around,
there was no sound,
just the silence of
those who remained
dead.
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| Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse |
12/19/2008 |
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I feel I have eventfully weathered a terrible storm & have emerged like the grace of a butterfly...hummm....
Much Love To You
Peace, Love & Poetry
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
12/11/2008 |
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WOW! A metaphor for stupidity or those unenlightened? Whatever the intent, the atmosphere is palpable. Good job! Hey, what's up with HAWN? There doesn't seem to be any activity.
Hope all is well little sister!
Blessings ... |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Anderson |
12/5/2008 |
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| Brrrr! Chilling! |
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