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[title] => a journey forgotten
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[bodytext] => i am the child who is pulled by the chariots mass my feet dipping into the sand... ive been taken along this way for so long so many lovers have greeted at the stops of night and day... i peered through the shades and watched their bodies fit... for a second, than away... my sight falls apon the soft water falling helplessly upon the sand dragging away as much as it can sometimes a thought comes to mind that my mother may be searching far behind for the child she had brought into the whirl and had lost, in a hopeless glance as i was led by this chariot night and day searching, waiting, for only a dance many woman have crossed through these days, but i have seen how the days have crossed them and so i search for the young girl who will find me somehow along the shores she has watched me, all through my journey her eyes blinking with the stars all through my time my ache for her filling my heart, my mind just unwinds as i wait for her body to whisper down and grant me an unspoken vow " be mine" i am... forever yours upon the concrete of the city my feet are cut and my eyes are burned by the hard neon lights the sky is clogged and the stars are unfit for such sweltering fires a deep sweat shakes my body through the night i see woman done, helplessly worn by the neon lights and death shakes me into defeat have i found loss is this vision complete snow falls like ash from the sky and i accept the terms my heart had been passed over defied under the hollow skies i sing my mothers ballad and pray through this nights aching drag nectar dripping if my soul a flower and if any beauty was found in my eyes" what a storm set in that very night he was so young... morning comes in... he opens his eyes... she lyes beside him caressing his dried eyes with her soft hands dripping arms his carriage had left his body at shoreside and she had taken the hand of his soul he had left his body and had been taken into a sea of night into her starry eyes it seemed that darkness had forever been his only light [comments] => 1 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 21 [informant] => feathercut [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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