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Lost Pain
Contributed by
toserious2
on
Monday, 5th June 2006 @ 10:32:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Scars of the soul are:
Lust, love and the one lost.
In the panel of history and time,
Future fate is defined.
Withal my limp saint’s sighs
Are rending the breast of skies.
And moth is ready to burn alive!
I am dying for my rhyme
Lest meter should disperse
And I get lost in my thirst.
Wake up! Wake up!
Dark is over
Rain feeds a throng of weeds
Barren field is followed by new wheat!
Minutes of an hour, months of a year
Are getting out of my train: a lost pain.
A bald said in lay of his lane
“Those I have lost become realities to my gain!”
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toserious2
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2006-06-05 22:32:13] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Lost Pain
(User Rating: 1 ) by candysears on
Monday, 12th June 2006 @ 07:46:46 PM AEST (User
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I think this is very good..Decriptive,it flows nicely..
Very nice write indeed..
God Bless! |
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