separate lives
Contributed by
disasterpiece
on
Monday, 20th February 2006 @ 09:59:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Joined by qisma, Bonded over time,
Cultured with love extravagantly applied,
The tiny herb becomes a tree,
Blossoms in greenery, A pleasure to the eye,
And happiness to the souls of the makers,
Too big to escape the brutish eyes of fate,
In vision of the bestial demon,
It falls prey to the slayer,
Ripped, shredded and quashed into pieces,
Never to see another day again,
It’s elements, The two seeds disintegrating
And going further apart by the day,
Looking for other worlds to merge in,
And other grounds to germinate,
Never to return they indeed are absorbed In other endeavors,
But would the same splendor be recreated,
Still remains a hope, For its witnesses
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2006-02-20 09:59:16] (Date/Time posted on
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