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unseen
by Richard TrotterHere is the breeze;
you stifle a yawn,
the faceless response
there's not even scorn
when my eyes are beacons
ablaze in the dawn-
inferno escapes you 05/23/2004 Posted on 05/23/2004
Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
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| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/24/04 at 01:20 PM ah, the sadness of feeling invisible... and the rage that blazes as sadness fades... brilliant piece, richard... write it out... and the flame will become a rainbow someday... blessings... |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 05/25/04 at 08:38 PM This is a very somber peice; I can almost see the emotion behind every word thats written. Very effective Richard. |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 05/26/04 at 02:33 PM my goodness *hand to chest* that is simply beautiful... |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 05/27/04 at 06:48 AM You kindled old memories of love faded into ennui. Powerful stuff, Richard. |
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