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Created:
04/02 2008
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51
Category:
Passion
My Poems
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11
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Who will cry? |
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4
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Lost |
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4
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Am I Alone? |
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4
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Tired |
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4
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Free |
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Sisters Love |
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7
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Me |
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5
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At A Glance |
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3
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Definition Of Lust |
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2
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My Friend Pain |
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3
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Legend Of Love |
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3
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Why? |
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No more for me plz.. |
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Price Of Love |
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Stop Yourself |
The Brave
Moonlight strikes her pale, elegant face, giving it a ghostly glow.
Her red curls sparkling dimly, as they cascade down her back.
This slender woman stands proudly in the night.
She is a warrior without her armor.
A mother without her child.
A ruler by nature,
An adventurer by opinion,
And a free spirit by birth.
She is the Queen of The Brave.
Please Login to post comments| On April 2nd 2008 mcihellejane Said: |
| I liked this one a lot. Your descriptions really created a strong image in my mind, and I was left wondering 'bout the woman I imagined. Very nicely done~ |
