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Frozen Falls

Onward, tumbling, graceful and discarding the mirage of life. Propagating pinnacles and particles freed by the warmth of oceanic wind. Fixed, frigid, by crisp artic breath. The infinite ascension, the transformation torrents of blue porcelain fall. A glued tongue to the childlike icicle of Winter.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 1/24/2010 10:58:00 PM
I really like what I think to be your expanded style of interactiveness. I wish I could do that
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Date: 1/16/2010 5:01:00 PM
OH, how did I miss this one. So descriptive, Deb. YOu talented lady!
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Date: 1/16/2010 8:47:00 AM
Gosh that is really cool! ;) This is so beautifully written. As an avid reader of your material and a new fan, I appreciate your help with my poem Sounds I changed it up and tried to take your advice. I hope you get a chance to check it out again and let me know what you think. Thanks again and have a nice day! Scarlett
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Date: 1/15/2010 11:10:00 AM
A picturesque write that depicts the cold arctic scenery, Deborah! I especially like "...particles freed by the warmth of oceanic wind. Fixed, frigid by crisp arctic breath...." It's a painting! Peace and love, Audrey
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Date: 1/15/2010 10:54:00 AM
This is a wonderful poem Deborah.... WOW.... New fav.....:JP]
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Date: 1/15/2010 5:58:00 AM
Great poetic visual Deborah! Take care Love Light Patty
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Date: 1/15/2010 5:55:00 AM
Wow, I love those last two lines, Deborah! This must be quite a sight to see. Thank you for allowing us to view it through your words. Love, Carolyn
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