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life lived dreams are ending
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life lived dreams are ending |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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And so here I sit to ponder of my lovelies face As winds of cold are blowing back my hair Calling me to fallow I hear her waiting there My feet do feel to weak to stand, so my love is ever waiting The grass of green has made me see the error of my waking I slept beside the river as it sounded in my mind Maker of such dreaming the woman I will find So now I seek the second turn the answer to the spell The crooning of the summer love, the crooning of the winter A melancholic song that eats away the lonely soul I’ve searched to find a warmth to keep away the pyre I search to find my lovely that only I desire Now cool breezes do caress I see into the future of the seasons cold beauty I see that the cold is the path to wanting warmth Futures do so find a resolution in such dyer harmonies Can my sunshine fall upon me as I beside the river sleep? I have seen simple ideas as I wandered this forest For she has taught me many things I see now that no man can see as all men truly should She has given questioning that all men mustn’t see What is wrong with you she said at first to me My answer was a foolish one I said I am but man Her laugh did startle me for she told me what a fool An animal a beast you seem forgetful of your place All thinking, walking, moving things have only but one face But you as all your head high breed believe yourself the higher And so you are the blinded fools that can get yourself no higher I felt a great bemusement and fell into a cave I spent so many hours there until I understand I am the two-toed wanderer |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia |
The same that made you write this ::smiles:: |
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