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a path through these days
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a path through these days |
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poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india 
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=a path through these days= --------------------------- The curse of a dead bird on the footstep. Stop to stoop over the dead-life. Horizon full of death is exploding, See the gust of unfaith it blasts. The corner of cruel eyes slashing through The red sky, the breaking of soul… The path I take to reach the calm sunset Through the streets of dawn, noon and dusk, The path is bleached in colorless blood of Deadly games man plays. The sphere of gone souls Watches as I move to a rather Natural end, untouched by them, slowly… + clever talks delay friendship! |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
the break of your lines is interesting and creates an aura for your words...I liked this line (or portion of line, depending on how you look at it) -- best: "The path is bleached in colorless blood" |
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shyvl Senior Member
since 2008-04-11
Posts 531texas, usa |
Very intense imagery--Dead seems to surround your path to the dawn. May the dawn give you peace. sharyn |
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