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| Open Poetry #26 |
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the wings of forgotten past |
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Chris- Member
since 2003-06-09
Posts 52 |
the wings of a moth beat away at the day trying to follow not wanting to stray but not all of us can keep up we can't all be heroes so some of us give up like the little moth with wings full of dust who found himself lost just when he thought he'd found the rest of us so goodbye to you fallen friend i never saw you before and i'll never see you again |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is so sad. Yet beautifully written. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Chris- Member
since 2003-06-09
Posts 52 |
thanks alot |
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laurie Member
since 2003-05-28
Posts 153canada, ontario |
it's good, chris. l agree. l've read a lot of what you've posted since you joined, and l noticed that they're all very well written... thank you for a good read. laurie. |
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