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Crimson and Red
Contributed by
deusdeira
on
Tuesday, 19th June 2012 @ 04:06:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Looking ahead... we fail to ponder,
why love plants these seeds....she laughs as we wander,
a seed within hope... a seed in despair,
a see inside seeds... surrounded in air...
With roots that grow deep... and drink up the sea,
we worry of things... that will never be,
closing my eyes... I drink in the light,
and when i wake up... surrounded by night,
it grow in my veins... dark crystal... so frail,
and out of my soul... in powder... it sails,
I'll open my heart and watch the seed fly,
come whisper to me... love grows as we cry,
No tears for love... no songs for the dead,
sing for the rose... both crimson and red.
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deusdeira
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2012-06-19 04:06:48] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Crimson and Red
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kailas on
Tuesday, 19th June 2012 @ 09:37:27 AM AEST (User
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WOW I love this :) |
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Re: Crimson and Red
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 19th June 2012 @ 10:35:12 AM AEST (User
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I guess if the seed never grows, though, then it wasn't meant to be.
Again, another interesting perspective and metaphor. Nicely done.
Thanks,
Tim |
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Re: Crimson and Red
(User Rating: 1 ) by Blackheart on
Tuesday, 19th June 2012 @ 11:01:17 AM AEST (User
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One of the deepest poems from you I've ever read. Heart-warming I might add, I love it :) |
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Re: Crimson and Red
(User Rating: 1 ) by soulsongs on
Tuesday, 19th June 2012 @ 11:48:39 AM AEST (User
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Thought provoking and truly a wonderful poem. |
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