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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
My days remind me of the endless autumn rain, The fascinating, charming melancholy. The sky is crying for my bitter loss - The loss of one hour's eternity. And I know the rain is bound to cease, But my sorrow will shape just another rain cloud, And the steps on our crossing ways Will be only for always erased. And my freedom reminds of a foreign land, No destination is one, true home That has never existed at all. And wherever I go, I will only get lost. And my love reminds of a wilted rose, Its eternal beauty is evanescent; While you're breathing in its light April scent, Least of all you expect it to hurt you, But time leaves you just pain of its pretty thorns. And my truth reminds of an ancient language, Mystic manuscripts only few can read, But no one's ever got to the core, Where the mystery is way too obvious. So, my whole life's like a chess game With one possible ending - it's draw. |
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OLIAS Senior Member
since 2000-06-20
Posts 1090Pearl city Iowa |
And my truth reminds of an ancient language, Mystic manuscripts only few can read, But no one's ever got to the core, Where the mystery is way too obvious. I like these lines a lot, and the poem overall, good write thank you for sharing. Regards OLIAS. |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
A powerfully effective and emotive ‘write’! I find the following particularly superb!: "My days remind me of the endless autumn rain, The fascinating, charming melancholy." [that about ‘sums it up’ for me as well !] "my truth reminds of an ancient language, Mystic manuscripts only few can read, But no one's ever got to the core..." AND: The description of life as a game of chess!… Applause of this ‘penning’! |
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