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just a girl Senior Member Posts: 100	1484 Nov 5, 2001 2:49:27 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by just a girl on Nov 5, 2001 2:49:27 GMT -5 Down by the pier A lady in Italian brocade gown Bronze body, gold head Lies in sorrow Touching her wet moist skin She misses him Staring at the dark grey sky Tear drops fall Storm is brewing Ice maiden emerges from the mist Then disappears
	to accomplish great things, we must not only act but also dream, not only plan but also believe.

luceluna Moderator Fuckup Posts: 453	1484 Nov 5, 2001 3:07:31 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by luceluna on Nov 5, 2001 3:07:31 GMT -5 wow.... you have a great sense of flow while keeping each line contained within itself... the poem disappears into the mists.... keep it up! welcome
	I can fly ~ But I want his wings - 'Gabriel'

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