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Future Memories
I want to remember my life
As hazy English summers,
A mist lying over fields of flowers;
Hide and seek, picnics.
Driftwood dreams of beaches,
The sea sparkling like diamonds,
As I, and whoever you are,
Paddle in the waves,
Skimming stones into the sunset.
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Comment by: - 2006-04-13 02:26
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| AHHHH!! And the beauty just keeps on coming! This is wonderful and amazing and all the rest of the adjectives in the English language that would describe my extreme excitement right now. Keep 'em coming. |
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Comment by: propgrl - 2006-04-12 03:52
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| whoever you are was such a good moment that transformed a "these are my dreams" poem into something more - that you can see parts of your dream but not all of them. That there is still room for mystery. Thanks for this... |
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Comment by: nesca - 2006-04-11 01:09
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yeah!...love this one frances, serene and beutiful, makes me feel like "skipping stones into the sunset" with "whoever you are", good, strong lines, very powerful and hopeful...see ya...
tony |
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| Lovely, reminds me of the Purbecks in Dorset....great |
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| I love it, kind of like a potential epitaph. You envision the future so solidly, yet there is in incertainty in the line 'and whoever you are'. Great work Frances! |
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