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Crisscross

Our soft shadows crisscross,
I clasp wisp hands, they clasp mine

Shade silk strands link locks,
Golden lands, shining blue bright

Waning sighs silhouette our thoughts,
Dash and dance, the world will fly

The day is nigh; receding clocks,

Shadows glance, then ebb to night
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Landrey 28 January 2007

wow so much packed in here, very good, and yet still room for the reader to involve him/herself. that third line was a doosey! ! talk about alliteration! ! I'm calling it post-impressionistic, meaning expressionistic. -landrey

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R. S. Farris 27 January 2007

One of my favorites... I'm calling it impressionistic.

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