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The Same
Contributed by
Nardo
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Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 12:01:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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These are days when changes move slowly.
The same days
the same things
the search for something new.
The Sun always rises in the East
and sets in the West
to bring the coming of Night,
the same shadows
the same fears.
The same man upstairs
mummified in his hollowness,
never uttering a word.
Silence speaks as loud as war,
its the non-verbal response
that takes my life
like a dagger of self-pity.
I grow weary of the same rituals.
The great ball of fire
set to nurture the World
does not shine on this lonesome house.
Copyright ©
Nardo
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2005-02-02 12:01:32]
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Re: The Same
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by pixie on
Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 12:02:50 PM AEST
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silence does tend to shout *sighs* a sad and well written writew
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Re: The Same
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by shelby on
Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 12:35:07 PM AEST
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sometimes silence is golden and other times it drives a person nuts. Same old routines wear on a person as well makes us feel we are caught in a rut somehow. This poem captured all very well Ill watch for more
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