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mildewed wings by Syble ® Euphoric mist wells behind the veiled eyes. Burned
retinas shudder whilst a mind roams amongst the sorrows. Soaring through the colours of imagination, a spirit once quashed starts to unfurl its mildewed wings. parchment breathes. On the edge of a precipice clawed back, an almost broken body. Seedlings of hope sprout in the glare of warmth called fate. Mossy limbs regain new strength, each step growing anew. Looking towards the pain of a future, rejection of time soon leaves. Euphoric smiles tarred with bitter sweet memories of kindness and tenderness, through feathery recognition there will be a tomorrow. [Edited 1/25/09 23:14pm] walk with crooked shoes www.myspace/syblepurplelishous | |
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Great stuff syble.   | |
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Thank you. walk with crooked shoes www.myspace/syblepurplelishous | |
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syble said: Euphoric mist wells behind the veiled eyes. Burned
retinas shudder whilst a mind roams amongst the sorrows. Soaring through the colours of imagination, a spirit once quashed starts to unfurl its mildewed wings. parchment breathes. On the edge of a precipice clawed back, an almost broken body. Seedlings of hope sprout in the glare of warmth called fate. Mossy limbs regain new strength, each step growing anew. Looking towards the pain of a future, rejection of time soon leaves. Euphoric smiles tarred with bitter sweet memories of kindness and tenderness, through feathery recognition there will be a tomorrow. [Edited 1/25/09 23:14pm] Wow! That's good... | |
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I like this 'new' forum I've just discovered.... I know, I know....  | |
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Jeffiner said: syble said: Euphoric mist wells behind the veiled eyes. Burned
retinas shudder whilst a mind roams amongst the sorrows. Soaring through the colours of imagination, a spirit once quashed starts to unfurl its mildewed wings. parchment breathes. On the edge of a precipice clawed back, an almost broken body. Seedlings of hope sprout in the glare of warmth called fate. Mossy limbs regain new strength, each step growing anew. Looking towards the pain of a future, rejection of time soon leaves. Euphoric smiles tarred with bitter sweet memories of kindness and tenderness, through feathery recognition there will be a tomorrow. [Edited 1/25/09 23:14pm] Wow! That's good... Thanks Jen but then you are a friend, I hope you really liked it. S. walk with crooked shoes www.myspace/syblepurplelishous | |
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No, I'm not just saying that as a friend, honestly! I really DO like it, it's very evocative, beautiful.  | |
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