Wednesday, June 16, 2010

6/16/10

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The Breath of a Lover
Ron Koppelberger


Courage and deserts seeded by the passions of an

Endless aspiring intention, called to the love of a blossom

In alabaster gleam and scarlet tears of dew,

The ceaseless evanescence in ebb and flow, in

Times sated by the breath of a lover in distant sands

Of hourglass hunger, in need of seconds and tumult,

Allayed in perfect measures of

Wont.


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I have been writing since I was eight years old. I have published in a variety of magazines and I love to see my work in print, especially if i can influence the reader to a moment in time, a thought, a feeling, perhaps a distant memory of something pleasant or inspiring. I hope you enjoy my work.

 

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