Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Constellation Of Myself Comments

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Minutes stay inked to a special part of time
growing up in fields of youth, dribbling grass our lucky charms
can you remember the Summers when we were young and shy?
friend, can you erase the nights on the window edge gazing rye?
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O. C. Woods
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Sara Fielder 27 January 2012

It was the title that drew me in, but every line is perfection. I hope others will begin reading your poetry. You are so eloquent.

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