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Post by Nymiane on Jun 17, 2005 0:13:29 GMT -4
Silent tears resting upon the petals, The sun tastes of hope.. Hearken to the fear stricken heart, For the dusty dragon prays upon the truth. Empty the cup of sweetness, Into the air of truth. Drink the passion dearly, For castles in the distance droop. Steal a dream of ambition, Lift your praise to the sun, Caress the gentle wings of days, And bountiful seeds of love. Pull your thoughts from the river, And speak the unspoken. For a word in the twilight, Is like a feather to the cheek, A bee buzzing 'cross the eyes. Lips..e'er wishing for the harp of rest. Welcome to the incoherent Winter..
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 17, 2005 0:14:14 GMT -4
Oh, and just a little note.. This poem was made out of a few words (completely random) that were written down. See what boredom does to one's mind?
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Post by Icor on Jun 17, 2005 1:15:55 GMT -4
This is one of the best poems i've ever read.
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Post by Nymiane on Dec 13, 2005 14:02:14 GMT -4
Hehe, I was just thinking.. David probably hates this one too.
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