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The Gloaming |
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misanthropology Junior Member
since 2004-01-02
Posts 17 |
You cried out in your sleep For something the world could not give you You sought a purity beyond What the world can be distilled to In the gloaming you went Your broken wings having healed you are Confined no longer to places Faces Or even words In that last fleeting look I saw your days to come I saw a fruit tree on a hill |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I was thinking of a trapped spirit becoming free as I read this and flying off to eat the fruit. Nice writing - not sure about the last lines though. Dave |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
good "mood poem" |
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