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This World to the Next
Contributed by
my_dark_paradise
on
Monday, 16th January 2006 @ 02:10:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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What comes around goes around,
In this world to the next,
Ever wandering chaos in a world we won’t forget.
Bells ring and good-byes are said,
Looking back all the while,
Silver leaves are falling and spring is yet to come.
Doves that cry your name at night,
“Joy! Joy!” They scream,
And all the time you wander the spaces in between.
The tear that made the river,
The groves that grow ahead,
Have long since died in happiness,
In this world to the next.
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Re: This World to the Next
(User Rating: 1 ) by LifeFadingAway on
Monday, 16th January 2006 @ 05:39:47 AM AEST (User
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Good write
My favourite part is:
'Silver leaves are falling and spring is yet to come'
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