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Aug 31, 2009
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Pearly dust
Clouds of deep pearly dust do conceal
our fruition a breath beyond the pier
Riding wings of the lost and surreal
reflecting life's dark forsworn mirror
A longing siren is my blinded guide
reaching, grasping, to wisps so true
Sailing on each waning waves rip tide
Silently drowning in so many hues of blue
Patience lost in the raw amber obscene
loneliness anchored within cold ebony
Hopelessly waiting is what I do mean
my brave being my only saving remedy
D.D.
our fruition a breath beyond the pier
Riding wings of the lost and surreal
reflecting life's dark forsworn mirror
A longing siren is my blinded guide
reaching, grasping, to wisps so true
Sailing on each waning waves rip tide
Silently drowning in so many hues of blue
Patience lost in the raw amber obscene
loneliness anchored within cold ebony
Hopelessly waiting is what I do mean
my brave being my only saving remedy
D.D.
— DawningDaytripper, Aug 31, 2009
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Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Julie
DawningDaytripper
16 years 9 months ago
Thanks Seren, I was so very
Nordic cloud
16 years 9 months ago
This theatrical dream-like
DawningDaytripper
16 years 9 months ago
Strangely poetic? I will
Cloudthings
16 years 9 months ago
This is a great write, & welcome back
DawningDaytripper
16 years 8 months ago
What a nice thing to say
Pamela A. Lamppa
16 years 5 months ago
Dreamy
DawningDaytripper
16 years 5 months ago
Well I haven’t been on
Orphani
16 years 5 months ago
beautifuly sensitive with
DawningDaytripper
16 years 5 months ago
Thanks barry, but if Ann saw