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Thursday, July 21, 2005


3 poems...
Eternal Start

I fell within a trap too deep
A narrow ledge that was too steep
Without no notice or a cause
You summoned me a restless pause
We were so near, how could we part?
This is the end of Eternal Start!








Cold

The more I think, it makes me cold
Being all there is to be told
But in that icy, crusty freeze
How can there be a little ease
A shaft of light showed tender sight
A gleam so bright that blinded me tight
Into that height, there was a plight
That robbed me of my "Precious Cold"






Old Revival


Throughout those years
That I had lived
I never dreamed a silent dream
Of life and Love
A never ending hollow dream
For me it seemed
A shallow stream
For you to me,
Were always free
But me you see
Just like a tree
And never free
My distant cries
Flashed by your eyes
And empty sighs
Simmered hopeless tries


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