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The Odd Occurrence |
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Heartstarter Junior Member
since 2001-03-14
Posts 39 |
I got myself lost late last night walking home a different way; What prompted me to walk so far I really couldn't say, prehaps the chill the rabbit left while dancing on my grave. I walked until the light stood still while I strode on beyond it, I walked until my winding street turned suddenly symetric, I walked and listened as my reason told my logic not to sweat it. I walked until my straightaway predictably diverted, I stopped my mindless feet at last, perplexed and disconcerted; I gazed in wide eyed weariness at two roads that looked deserted. I stood and looked at those two roads considering what to do, I had walked into my choices without a single clue, and I sensed that some decision was long since overdue. I looked left and I looked right, I looked around behind me; I hoped if I looked long enough the calvary would find me, and as I thought all hope was lost, this voice spoke up beside me. She said she walked a ways with me, and that I never knew it; She said I'd come the farthest yet, and she hoped that I could do it, But both the roads beyond were rough, and most before me blew it. She whispered that it broke the rules, but she had a clue to lend, she told me to listen with my heart so I might comprehend; That I must start from the beginning to appreciate the end. I turned towards the voice beside me, to find I was alone, somewhere between the word and the thought she had managed to be gone. So I took her advice and turned around and walked myself back home. |
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aurora rain Member
since 2000-11-15
Posts 90 |
interesting storyline. i'm not a fan of such storytelling rhyme, but i think the point was made nicely.  |
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Heartstarter Junior Member
since 2001-03-14
Posts 39 |
Thank you,Aurora. |
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