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Ode on Sorrows
Contributed by
Lide
on
Thursday, 9th August 2012 @ 05:12:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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A traveler has traveled far and wide, Lost in the plains of yellow flowers and Poppies He saw the tree that stood An Oak tree it was, with stream of water from underneath.
A reflection of his image he saw, A fallacy he denied. Like a fool he talk to trees and skies The west wind blew and his heart felt Heard his name sorrow, thus the wind Whispers A man is weight by the sorrow in his heart
Thirsty, he drank from the stream. Bitter it was, but the stream was as clear as the sea An epiphany he had, the taste of bitterness, Was from his heart, the taste of sorrow.
Green grass withered and the sun died, Illuminated by the night skies; He mocks the heavens And he curses the ground.
The heaven cried out, Man is imprisoned in the passage of time The stars died too The stream dried out and came a man I am thy sorrow, thy need, thy fallacy. I live in denial, for I know not the man I see, I know not of my weight, my sorrows
The yolk of life that I carry has undone me Emptiness in a mans heart is the presences of grief Atlas! How well did my heart grief said he How well did my heart swallowed
Darkness came over the plain, the beauty was shunt from man. A voice he heard,"nature of man is beautiful and deceitful" Dawn came, blissful, as the early birds began to sing the dew drops that fell on the grass, illuminated the plains his heart was filled with tears of truth. In the midst of doubts and sorrows,came a man not a wanderer.
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Lide
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2012-08-09 05:12:15] (Date/Time posted on
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