Open Poetry #4 |
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Lost amongst the creases |
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Kevin![]()
since 1999-11-02
Posts 729Torrington, Ct, Usa ![]() |
Awake again, Sleep will not come. Look at me, and what you did. Where i've been, What i've become, Innocence forgot this kid. Intentions well, You never chose, to tear me into all these pieces. Still as i fell You never rose, to save me, lost among the creases. The two most waisted things in life are time and potential, I have both and not a clue what to do with them. |
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Marge Tindal![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Keep writing them, Kevin. I'll keep reading. Innocence lost is maturity found. I like what you write. ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Kevin...I think this is perhaps one of the best I've seen from you. Great job ![]() |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Yes, I agree! This is beautiful, Kevin. Denise |
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