Open Poetry #23 |
From the journal of a ghost |
Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
I was ripped away Like a leaf from a tree In the wind's careless hands I float endlessly Tossed like junk Into a world of black and I kept on falling And never came back Sometimes I still wander In the world of my dreams And think of how life Is much more than it seems Things we take for granted Were no always there And each day we miss death By the length of a hair |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is so cool Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(sigh) This is so well-said, sweet friend, my heart goes out to many who feel like this and I wish strength to fill the heart of the hopeless who just linger by that branch, this is powerful, 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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