Gossamer Labyrinths' Agone Opulence

Once agone moments in time she was poetry in motion, 'til she pirouetted herself onto dusty versed shelves midst old clouded rhymes & recollected love notes yet, there lingered echoes glistening 'tween strands of web's interlacing design, meshing her finessed past within gossamer's complexed entanglements beyond labyrinths of anciently grand symphonies she dances, still ~ silently in her head flirting with destiny albeit, not quite as opulently
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January 14, 2017 at 8:04 AM
Good write
Vinson Avatar
December 15, 2016 at 11:02 PM
A continuous, great trip, the title becoming true by the ending.
Smith Avatar
December 15, 2016 at 10:45 PM
Now that's stunning! Well done Paloma...
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December 15, 2016 at 11:45 AM
Put on a shelf between books titled, "Who I will be" and "Who I became" still trying to fill the void and answer the question where did it go. Dusty or not, top shelf, out of sight, still the day may come where someone reaches high, takes it down, dusts it off and say...just what I have been looking for. Sad Paloma but nicely expressed.
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December 15, 2016 at 10:48 AM
I love this one Paloma. I like anciently grand symphonies - She dances, still
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December 15, 2016 at 10:07 AM
Oh my petunia'd patinas! Such wowrific, wahwondrous weavings and twine twirled tarnishments zpeak zillions of zinnias! Opulence pales perspicaciously. Thanks for the jump start this morning;-) ~ j
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December 15, 2016 at 9:59 AM
A vivid picture to reel in! Nice, Paloma!
Turner Avatar
December 15, 2016 at 9:34 AM
Age changes many things but it is a reality. Woulda, coulda, shoulda, right? I love this one, Paloma.
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December 15, 2016 at 9:37 AM
A damn harsh reality Danny, when I was 20 I couldn't picture 30, at 30, well you know the drill, enough of that. :) Arigato.
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December 15, 2016 at 9:33 AM
I entangled myself a week ago (more or less) and it's hard to find the way back :)
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December 15, 2016 at 9:35 AM
You will, I have faith in you! :)
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