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Mysterious Ride
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Mysterious Ride |
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Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
Sadness cries out to the day, I answer I'm listening, hip hip parade, I feel like I'm a slave to your magic, IT always seems tragic, Tears turn into oceans of tides, Taking me on a long mysterious ride, I hold on, gasp for dear life, Like an anchor hooked to the boat, I make it my cloak, Sadness I cling to, soaked from head to toe, Strange as it seems theres sometimes a gleam, A Stream of allureness, My lifejacket holds me afloat, Til I seek a new vision, Maybe even remission from this mysterious ride. |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
Nice ending with the last line. mysticpoe If nothing is something then everything is our thoughts and feelings and all that exists. [This message has been edited by mysticpoe (09-04-2003 10:07 AM).] |
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Lady Godiva Junior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 35at the bottom of your glass |
ohhh very interesting...took me along for the ride most definately...this flows...enjoyed.. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Rose . . . this is brilliant every single line outstanding writing xxoo |
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Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
thx for replies, sometimes those rides do take you right in with the deep sea waves, the mind really has a heart of it's own. |
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