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before i forget
Posted by poeticnook
on
6/27/2000 02:12:00 PM
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poetic license
and this is the first poem i made for school
outside the wind seems to whisper
a prayer to the skies
that one day i'll come back
before the candle dies
i feel the unseen power
that drives me to my knees
whenever i remember
that my time is near
now curtains are being drawn,
and all the bird have flown
left alone is my bare soul
awaiting to depart
1996.03.01
outside the wind seems to whisper
a prayer to the skies
that one day i'll come back
before the candle dies
i feel the unseen power
that drives me to my knees
whenever i remember
that my time is near
now curtains are being drawn,
and all the bird have flown
left alone is my bare soul
awaiting to depart
1996.03.01
