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	<title>Rose Coloured Glass</title>
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	<description>Rosalie's Poems - Sharing my thoughts with the world</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 10:27:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Sunny afternoon musings</title>
		<link>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/10/03/sunny-afternoon-musings/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 10:27:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Golden verses hang from trees<br />
Like golden fruit<br />
Hanging heavy on the branch<br />
Waiting to be picked.<br />
Search the ground,<br />
How many words can you find<br />
Half-emerging from their conkers<br />
Half-hidden<br />
Waiting for a seeing mind.<br />
<br />
This is a land of imagery<br />
Of ancient word-smiths<br />
Who wove light<br />
Into a shimmering blanket<br />
To cover the land.<br />
<br />
Rosalie Miller 2008
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Golden verses hang from trees<br />
Like golden fruit<br />
Hanging heavy on the branch<br />
Waiting to be picked.<br />
Search the ground,<br />
How many words can you find<br />
Half-emerging from their conkers<br />
Half-hidden<br />
Waiting for a seeing mind.</p>
<p>This is a land of imagery<br />
Of ancient word-smiths<br />
Who wove light<br />
Into a shimmering blanket<br />
To cover the land.</p>
<p>Rosalie Miller 2008
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		<link>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/10/03/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 10:21:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I think I see blue skies<br />
Then I look in your eyes<br />
And I see grey looking back at me.<br />
<br />
Rosalie Miller 2008
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>I think I see blue skies<br />
Then I look in your eyes<br />
And I see grey looking back at me.</p>
<p>Rosalie Miller 2008
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		<title>Hope</title>
		<link>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/04/26/hope/</link>
		<comments>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/04/26/hope/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 20:15:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The hope of tomorrow<br />
Makes sweet smells<br />
That perfume our today.<br />
<br />
Rosalie Miller 2008
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>The hope of tomorrow<br />
Makes sweet smells<br />
That perfume our today.</p>
<p>Rosalie Miller 2008
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		<title>Diving In</title>
		<link>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/04/17/diving-in/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 02:09:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Shore receding<br />
Will I sink or swim?<br />
As I follow the moon-path<br />
I wonder<br />
Will the shining silver dreams that come<br />
Fade on waking?<br />
<br />
Rosalie Miller 2008
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Shore receding<br />
Will I sink or swim?<br />
As I follow the moon-path<br />
I wonder<br />
Will the shining silver dreams that come<br />
Fade on waking?</p>
<p>Rosalie Miller 2008
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		<title>Daffodils</title>
		<link>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/04/17/daffodils/</link>
		<comments>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/04/17/daffodils/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 22:36:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rosepetal</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Sunshine hued<br />
Sweet flowers imbue<br />
The world with warmth<br />
Singing their joyful song<br />
Without sound<br />
Playfully promising<br />
Bright days to come.<br />
<br />
Rosalie Miller 2008
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Sunshine hued<br />
Sweet flowers imbue<br />
The world with warmth<br />
Singing their joyful song<br />
Without sound<br />
Playfully promising<br />
Bright days to come.</p>
<p>Rosalie Miller 2008
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		<title>Reconcile</title>
		<link>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/04/15/reconcile/</link>
		<comments>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/04/15/reconcile/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 00:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rosepetal</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Do we believe<br />
Because we need<br />
To marry today and tomorrow?<br />
How long<br />
Can the old season hold<br />
Before the new comes dancing in<br />
Breaking everything apart?<br />
<br />
Rosalie Miller 2008
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Do we believe<br />
Because we need<br />
To marry today and tomorrow?<br />
How long<br />
Can the old season hold<br />
Before the new comes dancing in<br />
Breaking everything apart?</p>
<p>Rosalie Miller 2008
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		<title></title>
		<link>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/04/15/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 23:55:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rosepetal</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Mind death<br />
Dearer than all else<br />
Willingly forget<br />
Drink in oblivion<br />
Only tomorrow exists.<br />
<br />
Rosalie Miller 2008
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Mind death<br />
Dearer than all else<br />
Willingly forget<br />
Drink in oblivion<br />
Only tomorrow exists.</p>
<p>Rosalie Miller 2008
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		<title>Sunshine poetry</title>
		<link>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/04/15/sunshine-poetry/</link>
		<comments>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/04/15/sunshine-poetry/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 23:52:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sunshine will be here tomorrow<br />
Breathe the perfect air it brings<br />
Look around<br />
Sweet summer comes<br />
Writing its poetry<br />
With light and shade.<br />
<br />
Rosalie Miller 2008
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Sunshine will be here tomorrow<br />
Breathe the perfect air it brings<br />
Look around<br />
Sweet summer comes<br />
Writing its poetry<br />
With light and shade.</p>
<p>Rosalie Miller 2008
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		<title>Paradox</title>
		<link>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/03/18/paradox/</link>
		<comments>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2008/03/18/paradox/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 04:21:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rosepetal</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Why do I feel smaller as I get bigger?<br />
Why do I feel less? I am growing more…<br />
How do I become less noticeable<br />
When I take up more space?<br />
<br />
© Rosalie Miller 2007<br />
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>Why do I feel smaller as I get bigger?<br />
Why do I feel less? I am growing more…<br />
How do I become less noticeable<br />
When I take up more space?</p>
<p>© Rosalie Miller 2007
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		<title>Love in the land of Make-believe</title>
		<link>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2007/11/12/love-in-the-land-of-make-believe/</link>
		<comments>http://rose_coloured_glass.blog.com/2007/11/12/love-in-the-land-of-make-believe/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 01:32:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><font size="2">Feather-light<br />
Your touch<br />
Like static electricity<br />
Flowing through fingertips<br />
Tenderness, transferred<br />
Then dissolving to nothing<br />
In an instant<br />
Leaving me bereft.<br />
<br />
My skin longs for lingering touch<br />
For warmth spreading through<br />
Not electric shocks<br />
That fade on waking.</font></p>
<p><font size="2">Rosalie Miller 2007</font></p>

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<p><font size="2">Feather-light<br />
Your touch<br />
Like static electricity<br />
Flowing through fingertips<br />
Tenderness, transferred<br />
Then dissolving to nothing<br />
In an instant<br />
Leaving me bereft.</p>
<p>My skin longs for lingering touch<br />
For warmth spreading through<br />
Not electric shocks<br />
That fade on waking.</font></p>
<p><font size="2">Rosalie Miller 2007</font></p>
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