01-15-2012, 12:37 PM
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How Do You Identify?: Stone Femme with a heavy twist of Lime
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Dearest Diary,
It would seem that I've not had time for you; but I've thought much about you lately in my private domain.
Today, all I have are poetic thoughts: thoughts about natural changes in the environment -and- how it seems like my life personifies, naturally, seasonal change.
When I have more time, I'll be back. But for now, this poem is all I have to give.
Until then,
I’m Yours Faithfully
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Beneath the Winter Snow
Every season brings its change:
Spring with its scented rain,
Summer with its incredible sunshine; and
Fall with its leaves of glory, conveying earths strain.
Whilst all previous seasonal changes exemplify change,
Winter gives a promise: the promise of undying hope --
The hope that buried priori will reveal its passionate syrup,
Bubbling in its crucible; dangling by a rope.
Laden in the throws of effervescent primordial epiphany,
Your Star leads me through the darkness of night.
Hallowed by the presence of an eerily shrouded Moon
My eyes dimly see: refractions of your prismatic light.
Buried in my heart of hearts is the seed of Your love:
Encased by coldness, the crucible engenders its glow;
Melting, metaphorical seasonal changes: galvanized
Beneath the Winter Snow.
LDS © November 2007
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