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Wandering

Contributed by highly_flammable on Wednesday, 21st September 2005 @ 09:47:25 PM in AEST
Topic: fantasy



Running as fast as I can
With the wind whipping my face
I come upon a room
Where a man will endlessly pace

No stars in the universe
No moon shining bright
Nothing to light my way
On this damnable plight

And here is another
A very large and grand space
With crystals and polished tables
And gold plates at each place

Here I must wander
For sins in my past
Running, flying by rooms
I pray this doesn't last

I come by a hall
A corridor of sorts
Filled with racks and racks
Of only the best tasting ports

I run in inky blackness
Where no light dares shine
I take the curse unwillingly
Into this life of mine




Copyright © highly_flammable ... [ 2005-09-21 21:47:25]
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Re: Wandering (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Wednesday, 21st September 2005 @ 10:59:52 PM AEST
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Interesting. But, to me anyway, it feels unfinished.

Perhaps a fitting title will materialize if you continue to develop this piece?

Keep it up.

Andrew


Re: Wandering (User Rating: 1 )
by gwenevere on Thursday, 22nd September 2005 @ 05:36:41 PM AEST
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Good poem.I must say I would have been in heaven with the racks and racks of ports.MMM!!!!!


Re: Wandering (User Rating: 1 )
by alyssakoren_03 on Thursday, 22nd September 2005 @ 06:45:44 PM AEST
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I think it is absoultly wonderful!!! I love the last phrase!! Its so great! I LOVE YOU!




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