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posted on Oct, 5 2009 @ 02:05 AM
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Autumn leaves of red, golden and brown,
sanguine memories cast a shade inside
the feelings of old days,

Spirit fills the night of swifting pools
that dance in shifting colours,
vivid dreams, echo silently.

Shadows still remain in the night of dreams,







[edit on 5-10-2009 by catalyst2466]




posted on Oct, 5 2009 @ 12:52 PM
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Man, oh man catalyst...I wish there was more. I can't describe the feelings that these few verses elicit but I can say I agree. More, more. Please. S+F.



posted on Oct, 5 2009 @ 10:13 PM
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Thanks jack, at times I like things short....

2/line;



posted on Oct, 7 2009 @ 04:31 AM
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That was awesome!!!!!!



posted on Oct, 13 2009 @ 04:47 AM
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Through dreams a memory is cast
of a child locked in a room,
There were toy's to play with,
yet she was imprisoned inside the room.

Hours went by, so young and helpless,
she couldn't understand why she had
been locked inside the room.

It was a breakthrough of spiritual illumination
that took part inside of the room,
There were many that joined her of strange
people and faces,
that told her they were her friends
from long before...




[edit on 13-10-2009 by catalyst2466]



posted on Oct, 13 2009 @ 04:59 AM
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Very nice poetry. I enjoyed it, thank you. I'm going to Canada this weekend, and hope to get to see some fall foliage. I live in Florida, so it only turns from green to brown here!



posted on Oct, 13 2009 @ 05:07 AM
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Many times she enjoyed these visits from her
unusual friends,
In time she came to see the room
she was locked inside was not a prison,
but a 'gift'.

To understand if it was real or fantasy,
the answer was clear, for there were
special gifts that were materialised of a
strange shape and colour.

These were gifts, that she did hide,
it was her secret, that she had to keep.

There were many joyous occasions,
and miraculous gifts given.
Until one night she grew ill,
and spent time in a different room.

Again she was locked in a room,
though her special friends did visit,
She knew that she would join them
very soon....

[edit on 13-10-2009 by catalyst2466]



posted on Oct, 30 2009 @ 11:34 PM
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Quite a deep and expressive interlude, you are quite talented! I Look forward to hearing more. I am a writer and I only note what I find has potential. So catalyst2466, you are a talented individual. u2u me to find out more! Didn't you say you were at Uni? umm you left a message at uni, umm if you could contact me -details are in u2u, or current email address. -cheers!

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