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Under The Rug
Contributed by
Dragons_Of_Rose
on
Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 10:17:57 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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A small fading flashlight lights the way for my pen,
Highlighting dim blue lines on a poets empty page,
Soft hum of vehicles on the highway echo through the night,
Lightning bugs fill the air; setting the scene of eves stage.
The radio’s filled with words of loss, sorrow, and regret,
A citronella candle slowly dances warding off the bugs,
Miss Charlotte dangles near the window, waiting in her web,
Reminders of a cherished childhood now swept under the rug.
It’s hard to believe that I could forget this peaceful place
Just run off from reality and seek refuge in a world unknown
And though at times I miss the innocence; the feel of purity’s grace
Here amidst the memories just no longer feels like home.
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Dragons_Of_Rose
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2004-07-01 10:17:57] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Under The Rug
(User Rating: 1 ) by evilfairy on
Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 07:17:19 PM AEST (User
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Really interesting....mellow words, i get drawn into your poem like i'm sitting where you're sitting and seeing what you're seeing.... like seeing into your mind |
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