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The Last Song |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart 
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 Yesterdays flowers have all dried up, as I sit upon dry parched land, head in hands, my soul ready for flight, it is all that remains alive, Barely breathing, existing, ashes and ruins, desolete, I thirst for love, life, finding none, a barren land. Dust blows upon cold winds, carving and shaping my thoughts, my voice echoes for miles, I am my own ghost, Finding comfort within memories, all that I have left, a beating heart, the music plays, beat by beat, this song will end, It will be the last song my soul will ever write... [This message has been edited by A Romantic Heart (09-09-2009 10:38 AM).] |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
there are too many 'ghosts' ... in this shadow-land that once was America ... applause for this emotive 'write' ! [a walk on the 'dark side' of Romanticism] |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
Thank You Bruce, such a manly name, I like it! yes the America we once knew and loved, is a ghost, no longer exists, just fragments of it in memories... |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Well this is one of your darkest writes to date. Well, that I know of. It's great to know that one is versatile in her style of writing. You can really focus your mind to something and pursue your newest style.  I give you propsARCTIC WIND |
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