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Within a beating heart I felt, a wistful pang of
delight, Eyre I say her move to catch the gleaming
moonlit sky, to which, mine eyes couldst barely perceive. Beauty to which, one only hopes, he doth view with knowing eyes, till his heart, beats
so as not to forget.

By: George V Forsythe

George V Forsythe

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The following comments are for ""Unknowing Splendor""
by stingra

""Unknowing Splendor""
Very nice. I like this piece alot.
Welcome to Lit.Org
"Keep on inkin the Pages"

( Posted by: POISON9901 [Member] On: April 6, 2006 )

Thanks poison9901
Thanks, for the nod, and tks for welcoming me to, I shall indeed (keep on inkin the pages)


( Posted by: stingra [Member] On: April 6, 2006 )

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