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Suburban Stroll
Contributed by
Contralogicus
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Friday, 11th April 2003 @ 03:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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The roses seem to grow within my hand,
Sprouting many more thorns and blossoms,
Full of hope they rise to meet your face.
While our hourglass is slowly drained of sand,
Our mutual life by some meandering road comes,
We walk upon it, hand in hand, with same pace.
Birds above, just darkened spots against a velvet sky,
Their distant singing lost within the torrent of wings,
Potholes and crags and rocks are littering the road.
And so with victory we let out a collective sigh,
After conquering all the troubles that life brings,
Upon a park bench we sit a while, to ease our load.
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Contralogicus
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2003-04-11 15:45:00]
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Re: Suburban Stroll
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by shelby on
Saturday, 12th April 2003 @ 12:20:34 AM AEST
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I love this its beautiful!! Great job
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Re: Suburban Stroll
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by DreamWeaver on
Tuesday, 22nd April 2003 @ 07:33:03 AM AEST
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| I always think a different rhyming scheme is good for the soul ... this is excellent ... your words as always are deep and well thought out ... love this poem ... Jan |
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