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Spirit
Contributed by
DukeW
on
Tuesday, 16th December 2008 @ 07:29:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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This mist slowly rises in the woods.
I sit alone, staring at the dark clouds.
Silence grasps this forest.
This point in my soul is the darkest.
Silence there shall be no more.
This land shall no longer be poor.
The moon and the sun have abandoned this place,
And I shall not bare this disgrace.
The clouds gather,
The sky slowly starts to flicker.
Death is death no more.
Life burns again on the forest floor.
Copyright ©
DukeW
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2008-12-16 07:29:27] (Date/Time posted on
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