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Her Eyes

The ghostly eye returns My stomach forevermore churns I could feel its sick visions swelter the atmosphere I could feel me giving into my fears Feeling the shift slowly rise Tonight was the night I would look into her eyes To find only. . .tears

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David Scott

Date: 4/18/2013 12:16:00 PM

ANOTHER COOL WRITE FRONM A COOL POET XX DAVIDSCOTT

Painted Hunter

Date: 4/18/2013 7:13:00 AM

mm...so good. It's got that 'Laura' feel to it! :)

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 4/18/2013 12:09:00 AM

heart touching poem ...glad i stopped by to read-C.C

Skat A

Date: 4/17/2013 9:39:00 PM

It is sad sad! all it takes is one look. Laura, thanks for stopping by my poem, It has been an honor reading your poem tonight. LUV ~*~SKAT

Duke Beaufort

Date: 4/17/2013 8:29:00 PM

Of course, by now you have to think I am foolish since visions are only related to eyes. You are very perceptive here. There is some special charm in your writing that gives me great pleasure. Thank you. I must retire for the evening--perhaps to face who knows what.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 4/17/2013 9:37:00 PM

I would never think you're foolish Duke! I love your commentary! Thanks!

Dan Kearley

Date: 4/17/2013 8:28:00 PM

:*(

Duke Beaufort

Date: 4/17/2013 8:27:00 PM

I love visions and anything about them. My "visions" have been related to me so I think I get it. Do you actually have real visions? Most people won't talk about this. They are very important messengers (friends related to dreams). I think about the good ones and subject them to reinterpretation because they are really great company. I think the "burning bush" in the old testament is actually one vision of many that are described, so I gather that visions have been around a long time.