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Eyes stuck open - of angel in the mud - Skies cry soundless pelicans in flight Panicked Santa Ana winds shake tips of entangled feathers An ambulance ignores this stop rushing for a human Heaven in distress aches bloody, distorted sunsets The child in me is missing her winged guardian Vulnerable darkness falls on the grieving beach Levers smooth reality. One can't even tell apart purity from mud I build white castles and move in So tides would come and take me to Atlantis They say it is a weightless city, where crippled hearts totally recover and anemones teach you how to bloom when oxygen of soul is scarce ...and one becomes a legend in the storms... www.scripca.com

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Date: 3/6/2010 9:23:00 PM
Interesting poem. Seems like someone wishes to escape the contradictions and confusion of reality to place where the heart can heal. This poem is very well written, great wording. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes, Caroline.
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Date: 3/6/2010 8:36:00 PM
Lots of great images in this one, Iolanda! So you have a broken ring too, huh? I think I tossed MINE .haha. LUv, Andrea
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Date: 2/26/2010 5:44:00 PM
I wanna' go too!... Your poems have such beautiful flowing lines!...Wish I could write free verse like that...as always, thanks for your kind comments and wonderful support, Iolanda...coming from you it's a true compliment! - Tim
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Date: 2/22/2010 7:46:00 AM
Thank you for your welcome blog comments Iolanda.rgds Brian
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