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moon cries... |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA 
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The short grey hair screamed into the night Just so much has locked me in I reach out and my hands are beat The moon cries but there is no delight Clouds wrestle with the wind Trees step back in fright Lights flicker and minds dim Sadness wanders in Resounding silence severs ties Inward cries a lullaby Are cries aware of timeless sighs The shadows claimed the sounds of a whisper So marches the clown up to the altar Priests shun the approach But whys pull the clown forward To see the secret Hidden for so long By the dark light |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
An intense write Paul... believe in what your heart feels... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
A lot of powerful feelings here Paul. Good write. Hugs~ Poetry is not an opinion expressed... |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Very emotive, Paul, feels like it came from a deep place...enjoy that!  |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Priests shun the approach But whys pull the clown forward To see the secret Hidden for so long By the dark light I will be pondering these words for quite sometime. Interesting Paul. Chris Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale. |
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