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Member since 2005 · Posted 17 Dec 2005 · 4 comments

silver skeins of muffled cloud crisscross the sky as far as I can see, and the stars are woven in the web like little breaths of air. and it is I alone and the world. still I go on, and stare in wonder as the stars grow larger and larger, and my thoughts ripple fast through my grasping fingers. I stop. I stand motionless beneath the sky, and whirling about me madly, madly the great stars of the night.

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[8] Blindpoetry 18-Dec-05/8:30 AM Reply

might want to take an adjective or and adverd out of second stanza, line 4 - just so there isn't one line poking out like a sword, or a knife. or some other objects.

i enjoyed it

[9] sliver 19-Dec-05/12:13 AM Reply

I often feel the same way, but not so eloquently.

[7] Dovina 19-Dec-05/3:46 PM Reply

Great description.

[9] Ranger 18-Mar-06/2:55 PM Reply

Reminds me of Christmas Eve when I was about eleven...a beautiful night, one that felt more enchanted than usual...one of my favourite memories...that's put a smile on my face =D so for that, thank you