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Post by SweetSilverBird on Feb 24, 2011 3:04:34 GMT -6
Nota bene by Deborah Neher
The city's light and darker places are all strange to me. I only see the glint and flash of some other's recognition. But mine is dull and lost. The mist rolls in and dampens all my spark, and on my light-less windows spreads the dew. Here in my gypsy nightmares, search I for you, And reaching out, with staggered hand, write to you. See here, on darkened window, I breathe - Write once, then in great sorrow, leave.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Feb 24, 2011 17:03:03 GMT -6
Hi Deb,
Great write. Very atmospheric---reminds me of an Edward Hopper painting! Thanks for sharing this.
Brigid
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Post by Fire Monkey on Feb 25, 2011 6:55:39 GMT -6
It conveys the feelings well.
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Post by Reilley on Mar 10, 2011 7:50:33 GMT -6
I have absolutely felt like this before. Wow, thank you.
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Post by JanetGunn on Mar 10, 2011 11:38:17 GMT -6
Very sad emotion, expressed deeply. Very good write.
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Post by diannet on Mar 10, 2011 16:10:30 GMT -6
Wow! Great imagery and feeling!
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