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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Dec 9, 2004 13:01:15 GMT 10
THe flowers rustle, harking the call of the wind and the morning sun the trees sway in a lazy breeze not caring about a thing I walk a brightly lit path, I hum a happy tune then fall hard on the ground my head spinning, I get up and look around then I realize that I was wandering the halls of my house and had just tripped over my own feet
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Post by Caewýn Alquasilme on Dec 11, 2004 16:42:48 GMT 10
I love this poem! Very intriguing to read, the tone has a pang of suspense to it to mev on first read, though the second time I read through it, somewhat more light hearted.Just wondering why you opened a new thread for it though?
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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Dec 11, 2004 16:45:44 GMT 10
I opened a new thread because I was tired, and I was mad at my family, so I wasn't thinking straight
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Post by Goldmoon on Dec 24, 2004 13:40:46 GMT 10
This thread has been closed..No more posting. Thank you and remember to keep all poems in one thread until full, no matter reason.
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