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Welcome Night
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Welcome Night |
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bags123 Member
since 2002-06-06
Posts 128 |
Iridescent strains of light Bequeath days end And welcome night The waters of my conscience roll Against the dams Of my control Flooding fields where once did grow The youthful dreams I planned to sow Unchartered storms from foreign seas Arrived to bring Complexities And unknown depths of deep regret A hallowed hall So few suspect **It's hell getting old! |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Bags123, This is an excellent write. I can see a little of myself in this. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah, I'm going to like reading you... as for "old" - it's a state of mind, but I've a few old poems I could share with you on that very subject... who knows...they might be in need of a reposting... yep. I'm going to like reading you... |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
In the mind...as Sunshine said....hmmmmm... tell my mind that it is just my mind that sees the gray, feels the aches... Another excellent poem of your creation... You are really quite good at this... |
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