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Still too High
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Still too High
Still too High
Green leaves with hint of yellow decorated the walk.
A key imbedded in my soul, the lock undone.
On tip toes reach, the door so high.
still too high. Crickets chirp in the darkness.
I see him peer down, smile, close the door.
I bow down, pick up a small pebble.
feeling affection to the stone
worn smooth by the stormy sea..
I rub it gently across my cheek,
show it to the moon.
I step closer to the edge, look over,
Breath of wind cools my spirit
hold out my arms like a bird,
lean foreword, let go, fly in circles,
a man stands below a white horse at side,
showing a music box to the sun.
Last edited by JolieH; 08-13-2007 at 11:53 AM.
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Originally Posted by JolieH
Still too High
Green leaves with hint of yellow decorated the walk.
A key imbedded in my soul, the lock undone.
On tip toes reach, the door so high.
still too high. Crickets chirp in the darkness.
I see him peer down, smile, close the door.
I bow down, pick up a small pebble.
feeling affection to the stone worn smooth by the stormy sea..
I rub it gently across my cheek,
show it to the moon.
I step closer to the edge, look over,
Breath of wind cools my spirit
hold out my arms like a bird,
lean foreword, let go, fly in circles, a man stands below a white horse at side,
showing a music box to the sun.
Dear Jolie,
I love this piece. Itis beautiful, breezy, and carefree. Full of tranquil moments and rich images. My mind spinned many images that would make paintings....it feels, ethereal...and puts a smile on my face. Loved it!
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