Dark Poetry #3 |
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three ages |
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arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
three ages And new born love is sweet As her soft arms and mine, Encircle and intertwined, Clasp and meet. And middle life is bold Not callow youth,nor yet old With strength and purpose make my way, In proud dominion holding sway And now life is old. Pallid,shaking,timours,cold. Racked ,limp,and short of breath. Confront my enemy, T'is only death. arthur |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Life...from birth to death... well said Michael. There is no avoiding the circle... and would one really want to if given the choice? Not I. Enjoyed the read. ~Hugs across the pond~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Great insight packed in small containers. Enjoyed! She said burn ... together. |
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