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That Typical Wall (repost)
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That Typical Wall (repost) |
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PoetryIsLife 
since 2001-10-27
Posts 1763...in my boxers... 
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The little mouse peers, staring from his little hole, in that typical wall. He is meek, he is weak; he lives his life, his world that little hole, in that typical wall. In the universe that is his, he pauses, thinking, his tale flicking; yes, humans, that's what they're called, four of them live, amazing creatures. So strong, so powerful. But strange creatures, they are. He, from his little hole, in that typical wall, hears yelling, hears fighting. All the noise, it's too much for his feeble ears, and heart. Mostly it's confusing, none of it, none of it making sense. Sometimes he hears fights. Why, oh why, do these creatures resort to such physical rage? The weak, like he, are prayed upon. Day in, and day out, so many small, so many priceless meaningful, beautiful things they do miss, on by they go. The tender love, the tender care, the little things they miss. And this emotion, he can't comprehend. It causes tears, it causes embrace. Hearts become one, before his eyes. The mouse sits, deep in thought. He wonders what it feels like, to be so... in overwhelming love. There is pain, but love overpowers, true love overpowers all. He longs to experience this journey. Suddenly, unexplicably, a foreign, unfamiliar sensation roles, ever so slowly, down his furry face. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
PoetryIsLife~ This is a very interesting perspective~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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