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The Road to Emptiness
Contributed by
shahan
on
Saturday, 20th March 2004 @ 06:00:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I can not create the clouds,
Nor the rain,
O! all the roaring silent clouds,
The charming show of
Touching sadness.
Teardrops kiss the burnt isolation,
The breathe smells the dryness.
A lonely teardrop that touches
The hardness of stone;
Lives amidst the emptiness.
I live a life, I drink the life;
The thirst is still untouched.
A bunch of sweet smelled but crippled cloud,
Float around and reach the earth,
Every now and then.
And I become the cloud.
But tell me, my love,
How many times I have to born?
Copyright ©
shahan
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2004-03-20 18:00:03] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Road to Emptiness
(User Rating: 1 ) by Necromant on
Saturday, 20th March 2004 @ 06:09:26 PM AEST (User
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Oh very nice poem, made me think that you're the rain, i liked the analogy. Great write :D
Anne :D |
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