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flying home (Free verse) by daniella Gathering on the wing
where windsheer takes me,
the frost thins.
From these holes I sense the distance
and know the hour arrives.
Her head resting in my lap,
I hope to stroke her thoughts
and take them with me when I return.
Upon that wing, I wish to send her.
Into a horizon better still, defined.
Up the ladder:
Untitled
Down the ladder:
At the Bottom of a Well
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Posted: October 14, 2002 9:42 PM PDT; Last modified: October 26, 2002 10:17 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.388889 Overall Rank: 3200 Comments:
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poetandknowit @ 65.101.212.126
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17-Dec-02/7:43 PM
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Some nice lines.
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daniella @ 66.21.136.47
> poetandknowit
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2-Jan-03/10:08 PM
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thanx
this is the first free verse that i've read AND loved!
better late than never. thank you
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