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THINKING OF YOU, A poem of reflection...... |
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Dec 26 03, 11:59
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My passions now soggy with your memory, Like formless tides wash over me; Pass over like ghosts, Carried along by an acorn wind, And remind me of what I mistakenly once was.
Now weeping inside of my own skin, In the shallow solitude of my darkened room, In the blankets of sleep, Where rain-shaken dreams play on and on, I will be thinking of you.
And someday, maybe you will know; Maybe you will remember me, Maybe you will find me sleeping in the snow, For wherever I am and whatever I may do, I will always and forever be thinking of you.
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Dec 28 03, 18:50
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Real Name: Lori Kanter
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Imhotep

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Hello GTJ!
WOW! I sense a great emotional loss in this one.
There are some places that rhyme and others that do not, so I'm not quite sure if that's your intent? I also see some repetition in your word choices (again, this perhaps is by choice)? Please take or toss anything I offer.
Regards, Cleo
My passions now soggy with your memory, Like formless tides wash over me; Pass over like ghosts, Carried along by an acorn wind, And remind me of what I mistakenly once was.
My passion's sodden with your memory, where formless tides wash over me; Passing over like ghosts, carried along by an acorn wind, reminding me of what I once was.
Now weeping inside of my own skin, In the shallow solitude of my darkened room, In the blankets of sleep, Where rain-shaken dreams play on and on, I will be thinking of you.
I weep inside of my own skin in the shallow solitude of darkness; blankets of sleep find rain-shaken dreams playing on and on.
I think of you.
And someday, maybe you will know; Maybe you will remember me, Maybe you will find me sleeping in the snow, For wherever I am and whatever I may do, I will always and forever be thinking of you.
Someday, maybe you will know; perhaps you'll remember me. Maybe you'll find me sleeping in snow?
Wherever I am and whatever I may do, I will always and forever be thinking of you.
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