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Dovina (Free verse) by Prince of Void Her words soared and
fell down deep inside the blue surface,
Then her dreams made it move,
Along waves of lights and breeze
To embrace The infinity of her beauty
That made me a dream of meadows
and cornfields in the canvas of her words
I will wait under the shade of those words,
Till I hear her enchanted voice
Till I see her sun rise again
Till I talk to her moon to bring her dreams back to my shore
Up the ladder:
Doft, a mared Twinne
Down the ladder:
"Threenager"
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Posted: September 30, 2009 2:40 PM PDT; Last modified: September 30, 2009 2:40 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.071139 Overall Rank: 6616 Comments:
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Dovina @ 68.183.152.102
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3-Oct-09/5:06 PM
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Swoon!
Brown-nosing for votes? How sad.
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