Dark Poetry #4 |
midnight bends the leaves |
symphony_of_thoughts Member
since 2003-08-03
Posts 95Somewhere |
I'll give her a gentle kiss When I think the fog has assembled When my mind's finally dissembled A thousand pieces of chaotic melancholy Like the quiet sifting of the maples Repeating and renewing Elain I see you Mom and dad I see you But I'd rather not say a word I know you're not real midnight mirages In my head |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Sounds like a quiet fall type of thing. Just sleep. -GIS He has made everything beautiful in its own time. -Ecclesiastes 3:11 |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
That left me feeling empty and sad. Nicely worded, but it's just so sad. Made me want to cry. Hollow. Courts. I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. - Gary Jules, Mad World. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
like the quiet sifting of maples . . . what beautiful imagery! |
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