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A Dirge |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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The mists of memory, enshroud- The tangled corridors- Of the heart, and the mind, That you once claimed were yours. A sullen stream of tears run down- Dank, depressing air.... Where never smile or laugh is found A labyrinth of despair. Ah, the light which once was here... The laughter, bright and gay... Alas, too soon they disappeared And darkness came to stay. The dreams which wafted like a scent Of rose or daffodils- On bitter gales away they went... In vain I hunt them still... Ah, wretch, methinks thy reason’s flown- Perhaps indeed ‘tis true... Like you, I know not where it’s gone, I miss the both of you. Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/HomePage.html |
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childomine Senior Member
since 2000-01-25
Posts 818st. petersburg, FL |
so sad in it's beauty. I do so enjoy reading your works! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very sad  Denise |
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Sally S. Senior Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 847Ohio |
~sigh~ You can feel the sadness here, slinger. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
You know...I'm wondering if this was written "to" someone else or "to" the writer himself? (I mean, as in "perspective"...) Either way, it works, and so effectively, Gunslinger. I like this different bend. (nearly as much as your traditional stuff!)  Claire |
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