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The Faint Accession
Contributed by
skyhawk432
on
Sunday, 24th September 2006 @ 11:19:46 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I walk like the paper bags that float,
onward between the rooftop-valleys
of our youth; towards the withered,
silent future of our elders.
Winds, that change only in meaning,
brush past my sculpture, leaving behind
a sharp after-taste that only my skin
can ponder. A silent, childhood-ballad,
rings softly in my ears before it fades
away like a whisper among the grass.
A tear drops from an eye;
the ground becomes nourished
by my blessing while the houses
remain hollow and old in my
sight.
Beats from another time end
the next milestone, with a short,
but emotional cry for want.
Copyright ©
skyhawk432
... [
2006-09-24 11:19:46] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Faint Accession
(User Rating: 1 ) by LevyMetal on
Tuesday, 17th October 2006 @ 11:25:57 PM AEST (User
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I really love your work. I can tell you've been writing for years.
"Winds, that change only in meaning,
brush past my sculpture, leaving behind
a sharp after-taste that only my skin
can ponder"
Absolutely amazing! I cant wait to read more of your future poems! |
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