Dark Poetry #2 |
Time |
Rex Member
since 2000-06-29
Posts 482Houston, Texas |
Dawn follows night In mute parade... Months into years Are slowly made. Once Hope marched And banners flew, When life was young And love was new... Ere Sorrow changed The music's surge From triumph To solemn dirge. Now with spent Belabored breath, Time plods past In search of Death. |
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Dark_kisses_Within Senior Member
since 2000-03-21
Posts 680Kansas |
As always.... excellent work. "Time" is one of them words that mean so much to some, yet mean so little to the next. hmmmmmmmmmm so odd Anyways GREAT work!! Peace |
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demoninlove Member
since 2000-02-11
Posts 211Dehradun |
Few Words - Great Power - You really do have a command over the language! Deepak |
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