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moonlight illuminates my dull and deadened bedroom 
as shadows from the curtains dance about the walls
I find myself feeling as alone as the hours past midnight
and before dawn
I sit here in the darkest hours of the night willing to give 
my soul to the devil to be with her one last time
I live for these moments of pure incoherent clarity
when she speaks to me in technicolor memories
with my poetry I Try to paint with words pictures that 
can't be seen but only felt
with broad strokes come forth the portrait of loves demise 
and the pain carried for evermore

~ D Donner ~

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©3 July 2016 - 6:04am — Daniel-59
3 July 2016 - 7:15pm — DivineGoddess111
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Love and light to you my

Love and light to you my friend thank you for sharing.

                                                     

3 July 2016 - 5:35pm — djtj
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Technicolor Memories

with my poetry I try to paint with words

Very beautifully painted.

Debbie

6 July 2016 - 11:25am — allets
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Rich With Melancholy

Silhouette (for Daniel)

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The wind whips the curtains

of years gone, dreams refusing

to fade, songs sung. The

shadows become a cipher

I easily decode into a face,

a smile returned, the gentle

sound of wit in laughter.

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The wind shifts, eases, 

then dies, and your face

fades as the reflection

stills and quiets. 

.

Stella Crews

07-03-15

1206p

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