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Depth of Illusion (Free verse) by Beyond_Dreams

She danced in beauty throughout the night, the impressionable chill of the Starry Night; Her eyes twinkled bright like a continuous painting of delicate delight. Swirled with gold and trimmed with desire, she nestled under the slumbering tree curled up in a ball with Georgia O'Keeffe. Waited for sun break to let the lilies free, and as her eyes closed feeling the warmth from the sun; and the hush of the wind, Picasso painted 'The Dream' and she waited until the moon licked the lake once more.

Goad 1-Feb-05/2:38 AM
Interesting...you show the same lack of awareness of the distinction between the adverbial and adjectival forms of words in your comments as you do in your pomes. Missing that part of your brain, perchance?




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