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Love is a
stealing mist,

revealing and
concealing
that which is, and
that which is not,
real.
©2008 *AlecBell
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*praytell:iconpraytell: May 14, 2008, 6:30:25 PM
mmmm hmmmm

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post-script

mere words can
transcend meaning
(what you think, and write, and say).
haiku becomes
a mantra becomes
the pattern for your day.

-praytell
~redclay1103:iconredclay1103: May 14, 2008, 6:47:17 PM
Concise. Nice.

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*AlecBell:iconAlecBell: May 14, 2008, 9:43:39 PM
Thank you.

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There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations

The universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion
-Walt Whitman
*AlecBell:iconAlecBell: May 14, 2008, 9:43:44 PM
Thanks, Chris

--
There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations

The universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion
-Walt Whitman
*praytell:iconpraytell: May 15, 2008, 1:39:00 AM
indeed:)

--
post-script

mere words can
transcend meaning
(what you think, and write, and say).
haiku becomes
a mantra becomes
the pattern for your day.

-praytell
~melodythelittlepony:iconmelodythelittlepony: May 15, 2008, 2:28:43 AM
It quite possibly is, but I've not really experienced it yet so I couldn't say... I very much like this, especially the first line. Very original. :) Bravo!

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'Love in all doth vigorous thoughts inspire, and teaches ignorants to tune the lyre.' :rose:
~melodythelittlepony:iconmelodythelittlepony: May 15, 2008, 2:29:03 AM
First two lines, sorry.

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'Love in all doth vigorous thoughts inspire, and teaches ignorants to tune the lyre.' :rose:
*AlecBell:iconAlecBell: May 15, 2008, 4:15:32 AM
Thank you very much.

This all arose from a walk in Hyde Park on a misty day, when there was a little breeze to stir the mist, with the result that perspectives appeared and disappeared.

I identified the mist with the emotion.

--
There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations

The universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion
-Walt Whitman
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