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The passage
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The passage |
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Brian23 Member
since 2007-11-03
Posts 73Belfast, Ireland |
Beautiful days laced with promises of similar tomorrows No taste of sourness mixed together with sorrows Days of confined and predictable youth these were The intricate innocence is nothing but a childhood fare When the borders tumble, what is there to do? Stand of naked upon this worn muddy spot? Wait for a transformation into something revolutionary and new? Is what I want a possibility? It is certainly not Horrors of the passage rite are more common than the pleasures For we give up so much certainty and past treasures What should become of each of us heading through that door? Either we stand where we are forever or gain the courage to soar |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
i feel like this is just a small part of something much more grand, like this is leading into something extraordinary i think this needs to be continued.. |
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Seoulair Senior Member
since 2008-03-27
Posts 807Seoul S.Korea |
deep thinking. A great poem. Same as EagleScorpion, I felt it was unfinished. Love the read. |
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