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The Path
Contributed by
Anonymous44
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Thursday, 26th February 2009 @ 09:35:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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The Path
As we walked down the dirt path
Your hand in mine
On a trip that neither would forget
The beautiful smell of summer in the air
Our eyes closed and our lips touched
But when my eyes opened
The air was cold and the world was white
And you were not in sight
I called your name
But my voice was all I heard
I blinked again and again
Nothing seemed to change
I feel to my knees
And my eyes started to bleed
And my neck began to burn
My blood stained the snow
And with my last breath, I whispered
I will never forget the day
When I walked down
The path
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Re: The Path
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 26th February 2009 @ 09:52:56 PM AEST
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I will never forget the day
When I walked down
The path
No, I guess you will not. I like the way this started out so sweet and soft. Then the sinister turn it made and then the ending!!! Really nice write.
Tim
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