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Relief
Contributed by
hungarianhaze
on
Thursday, 1st October 2009 @ 01:45:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Laying beneath the tree Its shade uplifting my presence Something seems to taunt the chance to , all but alive
I search with in my self
A piece of the puzzle , rusted away Feeling unaccomplished incomplete and unimportant
I search back
The past were my heart was tender Your one call could brighten my whole day Your legendary smile Lashes at my very being
No gem left in my quarry I feel ransacked and plundered The thought chips away A curator left, were the garden ounce was The garden tingled with life Searching in emptiness I hope to find redemption
But ill sigh and smile Lay back against the tree , who's bark straitens my back Ill embrace the wind , and perhaps feel lucky and slip into a pleasant dream
Copyright ©
hungarianhaze
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2009-10-01 13:45:26] (Date/Time posted on
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