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Post by Torin on Dec 18, 2006 15:09:15 GMT -5
I made this poem last night before I went to bed.
As he lay dying, He noticed not thy life, but the dreams a flying, and a million lives full of strife.
As the god passed, another leaf was born, and another legend glassed, with another heart torn.
One more story was done, but the significance was null. For this story was one, of many more to get full.
The god realized that one is all, and all is one. A life can fall, but the world won't be gone.
How do you like it?
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Post by Narkari on Dec 18, 2006 18:19:35 GMT -5
I thought it was great. ^_^
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Post by Torin on Dec 18, 2006 20:58:45 GMT -5
Thank you ;D
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Post by elendrial on Jan 16, 2007 6:38:45 GMT -5
You wrote that before you went to bed? The only thing I can write before I go to bed is well umm nothing. I like it alot!
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