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SweetOne arm around me fends off the tears Too much from nothing then nothing to fear Adore you, implore you, to stay here with me Let's just breathe each other in for nowSweet
And I'll write you sonnets Lines filled with this In-between love and what's underneath Emotion so complex, too much to hold in I'd love you if ever...
Watching the world pass by this glass Sometimes real life's such a pain in the
Words unspoken, can't just keep them all in But promises to be broken, worth it...
I've written these sonnets Poetry and myth Not quite love
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Thank you for the fav.
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Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other' doesn't make any sense. -Rumi
Have a good one.
But i'm kind of, at least, the least bit dissapointed in the fact that you haven't updated more.
You're series on burning flowers was really good (like I said in the comment on your latest poem. But you need a better camera. > < Which I hope to be able to help with soon if I can.)
I would like to see more work from you Holly. Cause the concepts are really good, and you really display that "Artistic Eye" that is needed when capturing good pieces of work.
So if you would, get some more up alright? I'd like to see more pieces/works from you.
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[link] <--- The Photograph...
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~ a life short of pain, of watching love flower and bloom, of hate and joy, of tears. Is a life, short of living.
Though it might not have been intentional, the actual last picture. It was very well, and captures the feeling/emotion.
I'm actually very impressed.
(Though i'm lazy and didn't look at them all until just now.
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~ a life short of pain, of watching love flower and bloom, of hate and joy, of tears. Is a life, short of living.
Mmm random comments. Hey look left! Over there! No, higher up! *runs away and hides behind a chair*
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~ a life short of pain, of watching love flower and bloom, of hate and joy, of tears. Is a life, short of living.
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