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symphony_of_thoughts Member
since 2003-08-03
Posts 95Somewhere |
They all wait at the waining walls Adjascent with the turbulent falls, Focusing on the washing tides Only the water allows my confides. An air of almost calm simplicity Knowing full well hidden complexities But still waiting with blank faces, At these moments God erased the races, Leaving you with yourself and your bones With the shifting crowd but all alone. It teases them to toss their cares aside Against the ambivalent yet truthful tides And slipping out from blank faces, Hidden inside all those unknown spaces, Where kept all locked away Until desperate moments of endless days |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
I think your poem truly emphasizes the need for self expression. I kind of got some apocalyptic feelings with your mentioning of the waining walls and God's earasing of the races. Enjoyed reading. -Bob |
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Joyce Johnson![]() ![]()
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Welcome to our corner. Nice reading. Joyce |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
glad I stopped in good read |
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Broken_Winged_Angel Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 994Small Town, Somewhere |
Good to see you're still hanging in here somewhere. Very thought inspiring write. |
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