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Enigma
Contributed by
MaMort
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Saturday, 2nd October 2004 @ 08:15:33 AM in AEST
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She is the one who captures light
when darkness awakes, and sunlight is shunned
from stunned eyes that hope for more,
you've seen it a hundred times before.
why does it mean something more this time?
Is it the fresh thoughts that have ravaged your mind?
You're sick of theories and explanations
the wind blows through your lucid creations.
It moves you, but blinds you from sense.
But it creates the concept of something unknown
it will linger by that old broken fence.
and each individual only knows, their own.
Will they breathe? Will they see?
when it all dies, where will they be?
When you were supposed to be ashes so long ago
Your tainted mind, disturbed by woe.
Death was your friend at one time
but he grew tired of your face.....and you knew he would
he disappeared from you and left you sublime
your omniscient thoughts, served you no good.
But this role will end in years to come
I can't be seen, I can't be heard
But I was so foolish to want someone
to love someone, to know someone......how absurd.
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MaMort
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Re: Enigma
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by ladyfawn on
Sunday, 3rd October 2004 @ 01:11:56 AM AEST
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a brilliant write, great style and flow too:) hugs n' love nessa
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Re: Enigma
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by Baronhawk on
Thursday, 2nd December 2004 @ 10:02:23 AM AEST
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| Hmm an interesthing Idea...to be an immortal... I wonder if it must be boring to live for ever....things change...are there not anything new to learn from... or maybe that history repeats itself soo many times that if we live forever we will be bored by the repetitions. |
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