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A swollen song riding the edge of the stars. ( A riddle)
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Thursday, 24th November 2005 @ 12:23:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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A swollen song riding the edge of the stars smiled wildly at the towering mountain sealing it's swell.
A thunder rumbled haughtily, found wounded, open light cast across the night.
A shadow forms, takes figure and frame. The dawn approaches; the moon casts itself into the sky and shines one last time.
The moonlight takes my sight.
The thunder catches my breath, and I breathe.
The song, swollen and riding the edge of the stars, is my song.
The dawn approaching is the life I cast behind.
I am figure, form, and frame, a shadow in the night.
I am open light a shadow burning bright
before the dawn approaches.
What am I?
Copyright ©
iodinelove
... [
2005-11-24 12:23:52] (Date/Time posted on
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