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I have to blather a bit for aesthetic reasons. When there isn't enough text between photos, they aren't separated sufficiently to be viewed individually on screen. Therefore, I must write something, but I am not inspired this morning.
My Dear,
At a loss for content? Need filler text? Don't feeling like thinking?
Just dip into the www:
O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify,
As easy might I from my self depart
As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love;
http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonn03.htm#109
Beautiful photo, interlaced light.
ur
Posted by: underlyingreality at March 11, 2004 06:46 PMDear Really, may I call you that?
You have wooed me in for a dip.
Desire mirrors upon our vanity
Your darkest eyes, emblazoned by umbral suns,
Reflecting musing mute immortal ones
Seduced by moonstruck sensuality.
What wonder wet from whence, anoints our waltz?
Awakening the dream-- I'm lightening struck!
The vision of your face, so musky drunk
Is clutched inside my fist of fears and faults
(Just trying my hand at Michael Barnard's Cybersonnet)
Thank you.
I am touched
Dakota
http://poetry.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http%3A%2F%2Fhome.earthlink.net%2F%7Epalefire%2F
Posted by: Dakota at March 11, 2004 08:37 PM