Open Poetry #39 |
Soft repeats |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Soft repeats of feigned reproaches Delving deep as truth encroaches, For instant satisfaction fails, forgotten In the fragile mem’s, dead and rotten. My dying bed was lost and truly ended, The strands left frayed, my mind untended. Whence I gained my childhood, Did gloom my heart as forward stood, An innocent and purest minded, For children are so better winded Never lost from paths a-mossied on, But all is lost when paths are over-run. To ends, to paths left empty, to fun. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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Mr. Omniscient Member
since 2006-10-28
Posts 134 |
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