Monday, November 5, 2007

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White puffs of steam rose in the valley at the forest's edge
while from the peaks of milky mountains trickled rivulets of wet.
His senses stirred now, he descended to inspect the scruffy hedge
where blue flowers marked the fountain where their destinies had met.
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Herbert Nehrlich1 05 November 2007

Too carnal? Thank you both. Best, H

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Aldo Kraas 05 November 2007

You wrote A beutiful poem It is almost like a song

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