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Going home
Contributed by
LadyRose
on
Friday, 18th September 2009 @ 05:04:11 AM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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I walk bare feet along a road of cut glass.
Around me grows trees in darkness.
A forest of fear.
Bright eyes staring like those of wolves
and a howl sound becomes a distant melody.
The wind blows warmly against my skin.
The material of my white satin dress blows softly in rhythum.
My hair waves in the wind
and my eyes shines like little brown diamonds.
I walk on these cut glass
not a drop of blood shed.
Towards the ultimate paradise
a path laid with gold......
I endure great storms as I walk.
Snow falls like death,
rain storms like hunger cries
and heat waves like hell burning.
But I walk towards the light in the distance.
nothing can stop me
......I am going home.
Copyright ©
LadyRose
... [
2009-09-18 05:04:11] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Going home
(User Rating: 1 ) by JamesStockdale on
Friday, 15th December 2017 @ 11:18:51 PM AEST (User
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Sad but a great poem. I hope you are still around!!! |
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