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Lost Babylon
Contributed by
Kellros
on
Sunday, 11th March 2007 @ 05:03:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Time ages the memory,
of your peaceful atmosphere,
your river's flow of harmony
and a memory aching a dried tear...
Like Atlantis layed down its head in the seas,
in the solice of the ocean,
like Eden evaporated in a breeze
and man was robbed of emotion.
The tower stood tall,
made of stone,
so high... if one would fall -
one would break every bone
and pass onto eternity...
And yet, the time ticks on
and every day builds on another,
each breath with a new sun
delayed and smothered
in acid rain
and muddy feet
that leaves a stain.
Babylon, your rivers still flow,
your flowers still grow
in the memory of a lost time...
Missing you...
time plays tricks on me,
I wait...
counting the seconds
counting the hours
counting the dusks and dawns
and I watch the seasons pass
- all the time passing -
knowing...
I'm just part of this lost memory.
Copyright ©
Kellros
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2007-03-11 17:03:30]
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Re: Lost Babylon
(User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on
Monday, 12th March 2007 @ 03:59:17 AM AEST
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| A very good poem. venkat |
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