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Back into the desert
Contributed by
Cobalt
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Saturday, 8th November 2003 @ 01:31:11 AM in AEST
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oops
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The wind blows and howls.
Gusting sand all in my face.
Standing tall in the desert,
tall yet utterly alone here.
Smiling anyways, used to space.
It'sok I'm used to this place.
Had stopped just to listen
to know that indeed I was alone.
Filled with pride and no regret.
Things where meant to be this way.
Shame though they had to go.
Can't nor won't shed a tear.
Alone again to walk here,
a desert of crimson red.
Drenched in blood of those
that are yet undead but won't live.
Crazy or mad or something else.
Continue to walk deeper in,
should have turned back long ago
back when I still had a chance.
The book of the faulty phoenix
Copyright ©
Cobalt
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2003-11-08 01:31:11]
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Re: Back into the desert
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by shelby on
Saturday, 8th November 2003 @ 01:28:19 PM AEST
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intense write here
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Re: Back into the desert
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 8th November 2003 @ 05:50:30 PM AEST
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Awesome my friend..
"Had stopped just to listen
to know that indeed I was alone."
Excellent lines :) |
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Re: Back into the desert
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by Asatru on
Saturday, 8th November 2003 @ 10:18:40 PM AEST
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As said before by another, this poem carries great intensity.
Also, some of the worlds greatest poems, are also the shortest... |
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