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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3992 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention September Afterthought Marty Abuloc September's hair flows over her shoulders a silent silky fall caught in the deepening afternoon light, her sound a hushed, languid voice so quiet it can only be a song. Her fingers trace the wind that summon ripples in a pond... her arms embrace shadows and sun, her movements disturb trees and leaves, and bid them dance to her chimes... earth, in her eyes is of greener hue, where dawn is freshest and evenings, a warm stillness under a multitude of stars. Her face is the texture of flowers in full bloom, the flux ripe on the petals. Every dew reflects her footprints in all directions, who knows where her soul goes? Tonight she hides behind a curtain or a cloud. Try to unveil her unwilling face, nothing will be there, but a presence in an empty space, and a haunting laughter. |
