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City of lights (Part 2)
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City of lights (Part 2) |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981
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I am returned To the city of lights With colors, Moving so fast- Like a movie The stores by the street are bursting with life and I watch the people pass swiftly by and I stand by the road And wonder why I'm here And the Music plays- Why am I so cold, So scared I have heard this song before The little blurs of racing cars dart past me like bullets and I wander through the streets serching for a reason to be here And the Music plays- Why am I so cold, So scared I have heard this song before In a world of hate, A world of trash I sit on a bench And wait- To be lifted away From the city of lights ~Wind~ I am sorry. Somehow my sequel to the original poem got deleted and replaced by the old poem and I was devistated because I had worked so hard on it and didn't write it down. I had better not do that again! This it what I could remember. [This message has been edited by Wind (10-19-2002 05:49 PM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Oh Liz, I'm sorry to hear the original part of this series disappeared, my heart goes out to you and indeed the world is filled with woe but there sill exists hope and if you follow your heart you will find the light shine upon your special place of peace! (sigh) This is heartfelt, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Liz, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is a good poem. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Wonderful follow-up to the original... you've persisted with just enough themes to keep this separate from the first, but still connected to it in many senses... Especially the formatting, which I love most about this poem... it seems you've kicked up the intensity of this installation just a notch, to make it a bit darker... which is ironic in a "city of lights."  Nicely written. I'm off to read the last one. Parasite Learn to place poetry before people |
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