"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

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Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Four Elements of LIfe


Inhaling roses


watery wet scents


that tease my nose


fierce fires


ignite my heart


and pierce the earth






9 comments:

  1. my goodness,
    you are so dear...

    what a perfect poem for the theme...
    cool treat.

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  2. Oh so good...very original and sweet. Thanky uo for stopping by, my place...Ta and God Bless you. CML

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  3. Simply beautiful. And you posted to theme. Well done and welcome to potluck.

    Enjoy your visitors and your visiting.

    One of mine is here:
    http://wp.me/pne74-3Hf

    Poem on ...

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  4. Suggest you may want to open this up so that people who don't have a Google account can post a comment.
    :-)

    I had to use an account that has nothing to do with my poetry blog. Also have noticed that more than half of our community are on wordpress.

    Just a suggestion.

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  5. this is truly lovely! welcome to potluck. :)

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  6. Ha ha!... Watery wet scents indeed and you did use all the elements.

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  7. very well done..

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

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  8. lovely :)

    to the point and crisp. i can never write like this

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