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Posted by Highhat on April 22, 2010 - 19:03

time had layed its weary arms around her
fathomless her thoughts groped and crouched in awe
this was sensation as well
one and the same
the distance between realities
two being so far apart
in each their own true universe
she felt insatible
her philosophies not eloquently watched over
the beech forest was beautifully abundant with anemones

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shoe | April 23, 2010 - 14:02

Clever, and I am not, still I enjoyed the vocabulary.:~]

Highhat | April 23, 2010 - 18:25

very deeply symbolic and a little neurotic ;/

skinner_jennifer | September 19, 2010 - 16:23

Hi Pia,
What a beautiful poem, yes I enjoyed this one.
Jenny.

Highhat | September 19, 2010 - 16:51

Wow Jenny thanks a lot;) thanks for reading