sabrina
Thinker
If you want to find perfection, don't look in the mirror.
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Post by sabrina on Nov 27, 2006 19:00:23 GMT -5
The Meeting
Cold sterile room, harsh white lights. Rustling of papers, the meeting has begun. Sitting in the cold hard chair The body is there, the mind wanders.
A beautiful woodland, Tall dark trees, Lush green foliage abounds. Shadows dance with the light. Earthly smells. Somewhere in the distance, Her name is called.
Snapped back to the cold reality, Eyes stare impatiently as she searches her mind. Room full of people awaiting her input. On what subject she does not know. Somehow she manages to give an opinion, something was guiding her words. Nods of agreement, the topics moves on.
She sinks back to the recesses of her mind She has a goal now, she must meet him. He calls to her. The man who swims in her mind. Calling her, wanting her, She wants to answer but doesn't know how. Walking down a the path, Moist air carries the perfumes of nature on the wind leaves rustle, animals scurry unseen. From the left corner of her eye She catches a movement. She turns, could it be him? This unknown man who eludes her? Yet allures her to forge on.
Snapped back once again to the table. A vote and needs of approval for Decisions of the issues at hand The meeting adjourned Her mysterious caller not found Walking both worlds her mind swims around.
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Post by Zowwiee ™ on Nov 28, 2006 8:09:53 GMT -5
thats beautiful and mysterious..i like it btw welcome to pm,
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Post by wren on Nov 28, 2006 9:10:07 GMT -5
I love this...
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