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If You Ever Understood at All
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Watching You Rust Every dot
seems a dash
in the static crash
of twirling dials;
and all the words
fall like leaves
in the yard
of your mind.
Every dot
seems a dash
in the static crash
of twirling dials;
and all the words
fall like leaves
in the yard
of your mind.
again... this is soulmate
again... this is soulmate poem... I may print and hang this for a reminder...
Much Love
Ashley
Wonderfully evocative :)
Wonderfully evocative :)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Adore 2nd Verse
Thanks for sharing a few fallen leaves :D allets
;-)
Thank you Lady A! I think I missed the mark for most on this one, but it works for me. PM if you want the thoughts behind it.
I Enjoy
Walking around in the synaptic spaces of intent and artistic receptor. A poem is its own interpreter. After launch and publish status the poet steps back and each reader applied a plethora of intuition and experience to the artwork.