Midst

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    Midst
    The sunset's mist
    has toned the blues
    take dreams amiss
    lies midst and true

    One comes to dig
    the mistic soul;
    which holds the fig
    lies midst and love

    One's bite and free
    deceit, how cold
    the hand which feed
    midst dreadful hope

    The river's sound
    has toned your name
    day's tears ran down
    midst heartsick vains

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    am2anangel commented on Midst

    09-27-2009

    Very well written. Nice choice of words. Very visual I enjoyed this piece and look forward to more from you.
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    Pericles

    09/27/2009

    Thank you am2anangel

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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