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Edge of Eve
There's a hill where I watch the sunset
A golden sky beyond the trees
A bird that takes flight through air
A sun that descends at the edge of eve
A giant plain remains as I gaze down
When I reach the peak of the hill
I admire the dusting of orange and bronze
I can see and breathe my fill...
The substance of life that I consume
The clover and sweet vegetation
It all augments my lasting senses...
An epic of the creation
A garment clothed in green lace vine
The petals of rich unfurl
The bronze reflects the edge of eve
This is my only world...
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Comment by Heather Wenske on January 31, 2011 at 5:22pm
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Thank you so much, Lisa!! I have been writing since I was about 14~I think... :) My moments of creative vision have come & gone...but there is nothing I enjoy more than a blank page in front of me...waiting to be filled with words or color!!! ♥
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Comment by wiffledust on January 20, 2011 at 7:07pm
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wow'y!!! that's beautiful, heather!!! i'm so happy you shared with us! how long have you been writing??? a sun that descends at the edge of eve...I LOVE THAT LINE!
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