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Originally Posted by Ariaecheflame
Lol... Joe... MC... That amused me
Could have taken about 30 different roads there...
In amusement..
Instead I just stared at a clock
Without a battery...
Got mesmerised by a time
Which was standing still...
A light which was flickering
Over a hill...
Dipped the quill into
A pot of ink...
Time to think about
Corpses which rot and stink up
The lounge room of misery
Time.. It resigned me to
Some random rhyme...
Took a sip of life...
Reminded myself of
A time where I once thrived on
Exhaust fumes and
Cheap perfume....
Never really stopped to
Consider the shape of
The clouds...
And now I stop to
Cry out
Aloud...
Time knows nothing and
Neither do I..
Time sinks as the easterly ocean
Breeze sweeps over my skin...
Only songs chase me now -
I bow down to life... Like
A flame caught in
A breeze -
Nothing can
Ever replace me.
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Great ! The ending is beautiful ! just had to say something here. thanks. Likewise on the following verse about the Ocean and its own justifications not to mention its healing properties. Very nice reading. :) Merci Beko !
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Too much intellectual pride and not enough intellectual beauty
To Thine own Self be True
The Frost performs its secret ministry,Unhelped by any wind. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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