Dark Poetry #2 |
A ran dry river |
Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
My river ran dry so Now i die, slowly cry But why? Death coming closer almost In my grasp and with A mirrored reflection it Breaks the glass. shattered Pictures all pieces of me Unable to be fixed because The force my mirror was Hit with. I'm a dying romantic and when i can no longer write i can no longer live -Jeremiah Johnson- |
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monique Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 369Louisiana |
You can make beautiful design With broken mirror pieces Weeping-Willow Many years ago I visited Sarnia, Ontario, Canada And they had the most beautiful weeping-willows monique |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Your talent is unheard of my friend. You have such a great imagination. Ronil (What I say I live by and what I live by is what I create). |
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