Not This Day by Tailor Bell

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Not This Day

Where ever she has gone
Is there a thought of me
As she looks up, or down
From my palm the old stone
Spins into the golden sea
Emerald spray against violet sky
A heart held too near
Time passed on
I gaze across the world
From the dipping suns
And prevent
My last sigh

Tailor Bell

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Helen Unknown (1/3/2007 7:56:00 AM)
Stunning work here Tailor, love the analogies and the stone skimming across the water is one I've wanted to use but not found the correct setting! ! You've done this to perfection.... HG: -) xx

Not a member No 4 (1/3/2007 7:53:00 AM)
What an ending, and what a title for this state of mind, this affirmation - despite the suggestion this heart was 'held too near'! And the throwing of the stone is such a symbolic act! Like throwing ourselves away. Every line so telling. Another marvel Tailor. jim

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