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Dreaming Tree Desires

progression withered aged vines after clarity was shaken, dreaming tree shed its leaves ceased to take pity on the eternal bloom, fell through the cracks mid concrete wildflowers standing in dusky shadows of betided darkness, air thick like molasses oozing into changed crevices dreams expired before memories transpired, childlike innocence died upon ventured horizon's fading meadows & first relinquished blushing kisses as reality's cruel persistence contrived of illogical devices decaying flowery resolutions disillusioned mixed metaphors; deliver me back to a time of naiveté whence stardust hung from shaded blossoms rendered 'midst moonbeam showers "The Dreaming Tree Has Died" - inspired by Dave Matthews Dreaming Tree

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Date: 10/26/2016 4:29:00 PM
Wish we could go back Paloma...lovely metaphor
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Paloma P
Date: 10/27/2016 4:08:00 AM
I'm with you on that Tim, thank you.
Date: 10/26/2016 3:29:00 PM
You do have a unique style! Refreshing!! I'm not sure I ever was naive'. Lovely poem and lovely thoughts, Paloma:)
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Paloma P
Date: 10/27/2016 4:08:00 AM
So kind of you to say Danny, thank you! :)
Date: 10/26/2016 3:10:00 PM
If you find a way back there, take me with you. The present is getting a bit too much to handle. Such thoughts your poem create, another beautiful offering Paloma.
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Paloma P
Date: 10/27/2016 4:07:00 AM
I'll let you know Chris. :) Thanks very much.
Date: 10/26/2016 2:41:00 PM
Dreams expired before memories transpired....Oh now that is a deep line..I hear you. Stardust hung from shaded blossoms...You write beautifully sweet friend..A fave
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Paloma P
Date: 10/27/2016 4:06:00 AM
Many thanks Charmaine!

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