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Sunday, July 15th 2007, by Marissa A Spencer

don't ask me why

Water


Water is like tributaries of the heart
Red...blue; beating timelessly
The free wildness flows through
Sometimes raging against the rocks
Stirring the crimson fires inside us
Sometimes resting in azure solitude
Awash on the shores of daydreams
We stand in the sea, reaching for the stars
Sustained by the power
Held by the light reflected

© Marissa A Spencer

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15 Jul 2007 @ 02:46 by vaxen : Nice...
skookum. But Red water? Ah, jelly fish tide. ;) Even blue is but a reflection. Water is clear as the...

I love the juxtaposition of the crimson, red, blue...with the color purple, connoting majesty (why?), hidden.

RA  

15 Jul 2007 @ 04:21 by skookum : it was something
someone was discussing on the daily grail.. about the color of water.. red sea.. blue ocean.. why and how and all that.. and I started musing along.. and there it is.

my nick name on the Scottish forum boards was HRH Marissa

of course.. when someone British person complained.. I explained.. it meant..

Hot Red Head lol

of course.. I wasn't going to drag out my pedigree for the likes of him.. humph!  

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