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Dusty shelves on dusty pages.
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Sunday, 27th August 2006 @ 11:36:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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On dusty shelves on dusty pages,
I set my life.
I am continued with dead diamond roses, hidden behind a toy dog and a soap stone skull, struggling to find a smile.
I am on display, a dusty sun discouraged by the sheen of solid oak and copper soldiers, stained green with time.
On dusty shelves on dusty pages,
I leave behind, my memories.
There are so many different lives put to rest at my fingers, that I cannot find one life that is more to me, or more profound, or brings to me the least tears.
All of my lives are of one life; and all of the love, and the lack of love is of one love; and it is not told by the shining diamond roses lay dying in the dust, nor is it said in the copper soldier secreted in its rust, but in the tiny wooden shadows sheltered by my smile.
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2006-08-27 23:36:33] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Dusty shelves on dusty pages.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Hiddendarkness1705 on
Wednesday, 30th August 2006 @ 01:08:11 AM AEST (User
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I can't believe this poem..it is just amazing for me to read...
Thank you for sharing |
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