Open Poetry #33 |
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Tania New Member
since 2003-10-30
Posts 6 |
Praying didn't help much did it? The rain came and swept away the depression Of yesterdays, of everyday things Of mornings, lost in a haze Of going, getting on with your life Of habit, of general day to day And tears are drided while dreams are unrealised In one waking nightmare after another And the mirror reflects back an older worman thinking... Where have the years gone? Where are my dreams - shattered On an island of everyday things. Tania |
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Paper Tiger Member
since 2003-09-28
Posts 77 |
Not a bad effort, but it has a few spelling errors. -drided should be dried -unrealised should be unrealized -worman should be woman You have a good foundation, you just need to fix some of the structure. In my eyes, I'm not lazy. In your eyes, I'm not worth it. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
a write that I can relate to and yes, do be careful of the typos |
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