Open Poetry #25 |
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Already written he’s afraid |
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sperarifraai Member
since 2003-03-06
Posts 65Ireland |
I walked through a woods And met a boy crying His tears fell like stone His hands held a poem When he reached his country it was already founded When he crept to his earth they had already grounded Left during the day Dreamt during the night No idea it was the other way round When superstition breaks down And hopes seem to fail me I try to look straight at what it is As he tried to stand once again I looked away and looked back And the boy was old, his hands shrivelled Face bewildered Looking to the clouds for a final ray of sun He tried once, twice he could not stand again The day he had done it all was to end Sperari |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
wow I really love this alot. The images and all just bring me, in few words, to know him, and hurt for him. Excellent, Always, Alyssa - And so it was that time stood still - |
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