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reflections

keu · 2004-07-04 01:55:48

c'mon the critics candle dripping rain upon leather leaves, echoing puddles of purity across an empty sky, A warm breath of comfort to the swooning blades of grass, like the soft melting desire of fulfilled promises. sweet smelling roses open their arms to drink. robin in his rustic palace cooling in the shade. The mighty…

04-07-2004 02:55AM

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keu

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c'mon the critics

candle dripping rain upon leather leaves,
echoing puddles of purity across an empty sky,
A warm breath of comfort to the swooning blades of grass,
like the soft melting desire of fulfilled promises.

sweet smelling roses open their arms to drink.
robin in his rustic palace cooling in the shade.
The mighty trees of granite on bended knee in thanks
and the soverign scent of trust that all will come to pass.

I don't care what ye think

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#2 04-07-2004 03:14AM

keu

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got the urge to translate

penning onto pages, words
and thoughts of emptyness,
releasing fears, summoning tears
of lost expectations.

but faith still remains,
as true as the birds in the trees
and I'm thankful at least, that some dreams
are still worth holding onto.

edit:feck the typos

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