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Contributed by
Siegfried
on
Thursday, 2nd August 2007 @ 08:02:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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The white hot snow covers our land
It never melts. They came for us
We wept. We march along the last road
And forgot to pay our ferry man.
For the journey into darkness the
Hot ice melts for our people and our place.
The gluttoned dead in cold dark halls of
Stone, better made than the houses of the living.
The women so fair but so cold, like the morning
Of the spring still clung to the winters chill. We sink
Into the foundations of a great house which we built
But where never there.
Copyright ©
Siegfried
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2007-08-02 08:02:20]
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Re: People
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by inlovewithaladd on
Thursday, 2nd August 2007 @ 01:59:10 PM AEST
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hint- every one loves comments. we live for the freaking things.
i liked this, the abstract visions kept my attention. |
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Re: People
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by physcoquack on
Thursday, 2nd August 2007 @ 02:39:58 PM AEST
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| good write i enjoy the different aspect and views that you write of good work |
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