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Post by tritran5555 on Nov 16, 2012 0:20:46 GMT -5
Dreams wane like a sun at dusk, Then moonlight blazes, an amber fire. My eyes, blinded by darkness, Where will I sail to ?
Perhaps to the meadow where I am welcomed, Or to the sky where its wing will unfold to embrace me. Maybe to the lilies where their love songs tickle my eardrums, Or to the emerald grass where they whisper their secrets to me .
Dreams wane like a moon at dawn, Then vanish suddenly without goodbye. My tears, forever trickle, a lonely stream ... But where will they flow to?
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Post by larsenmcallirhoe on Nov 17, 2012 6:14:40 GMT -5
welcome to the forum tritan5555. i like what you wrote. some of my poems are long-winded. victor
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