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Walking
Contributed by
lithitalia
on
Sunday, 11th May 2003 @ 08:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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A single leaf hangs on a branch high above.
Waiting for its own moment to fall.
The pure snow is marred only by my footprints,
Walking in the forest alone.
My hands reach for the rough bark,
a jagged edge cuts my fingertip.
Red blood glows bright against the snow.
When I turn back my footprints are gone,
swallowed by the falling night.
The sky full of clouds that mirror the ground,
and I wonder where I am standing.
Alone, weather it be earth or sky,
And I walk on wondering,
Did I cut my finger on a star.
Copyright ©
lithitalia
... [
2003-05-11 08:35:00]
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Re: Walking
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 13th May 2003 @ 11:28:20 AM AEST
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hey i really think this was a good poem i love writting poems also but ihave cancer so i do not have much time to post any.... i live in the hosptial most of my young life:( but i really loved the poem!
GOOD JOB! |
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