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Post by Lomelindo on Oct 20, 2005 19:24:38 GMT -5
The Wind blows through the trees As sadness whispers through the leaves A million voices speak to a million ears As Arda shed her tearless tears Mothers weep over lost young An ever present dirge is sung As we travel through gardens of grief And flesh crumbles like a dried up leaf We sail unbound through realms of sleep Will you become a wolf or a helpless sheep? What will you make of the Darkness Deep?
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Post by Brandybuck on Oct 20, 2005 20:07:15 GMT -5
I like this one as well. The question of fighting to survive has always struck a chord with me in some of my writing too. Beautifully written.
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Post by Laurasia on Oct 20, 2005 22:37:36 GMT -5
Hi Artanaro.
I have to say that I truly love this one. In all honesty, I'm usually not very partial to poetry but this sticks with me. Very poignant & very true. It reminds me of someone that I knew quite a long time ago...~sigh~
Sincerely, Laurasia
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