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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.

zodiac 2-Feb-05/10:19 PM
Look, here's the typical reaction to this poem now: "This is just like Byron's, only not as good." Of course you don't HAVE to change anything. But you do have to change it if you don't want people to think "This is just like Byron's, only not as good."




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