again, just all too beautiful...and have felt this, know what it is like, but oh, how you write of those longings, needs...feelings so profoundly well versed here, the beauty of your words indeed, make one relate, once again...
Reviewed by Oisín Breen (Reader)
Reviewed on February 8, 2003
splendid little magery and passion flows from your write.
Reviewed by Marco Landi (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2003
the brushstrokes are masterfully apply...
now the canvas has the love we all dream about... brava
Susan, an excellent write,
This is absolutely beautiful, my 2 favorite lines.....1)Standing alone on a beach, of lost times,......2) Then Shadow Of midnight, drape her with rain, beautiful imagery.
William
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2003
I never felt cleaner in every sence as when I would body surf as a kid in the ocean's surf, tumbling and rolling around. I was on a deep cleaning wash cycle. Very nice.
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2003
I have to agre this is so breathtaking filled with such colorful vivid imagery WOW i feel s osaad for the woman on the beach but you did a fantastic job on this poem BRAVO!!BRAVO ENCORE ENCORE
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now the canvas has the love we all dream about... brava
Blue eyed fish...
Jill
And thank you for the kind words toward my work. :)
Be well,
Michael
This is absolutely beautiful, my 2 favorite lines.....1)Standing alone on a beach, of lost times,......2) Then Shadow Of midnight, drape her with rain, beautiful imagery.
William
Lonely longings for love to come back.
Susan...breathtaking picture....and a sensational write...HUGS...very wonderful...cheers...love n luck...BHUWAN