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Noble oboe now sings every next saturday evening
(
Free verse
) by
ALChemy
Pale meadows streaming blue waves of Tuscany dreams fellowships embark upon the Moonbeam Starship Satellite willows lead the way to home and lost memories what pure delight.
Niphredil
11-Oct-05/11:29 AM
I liked it. Not for any particular turn of phrase but for the soft dreamlike quality I felt it evoked. But I would get rid of the 'Satellite' bit, not everything has to stay a pure train of thought...
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