Confused Poet - 3, by Anthony Cardon
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"Shores"
The shores churn like hell
And burn under bushes.
Listening to them
Rings through memories.
Shouts of children's cries
Echo like spirits.
Watch the sun fall And they fall as well.
Sing a short lullaby under the moonlight sky
It ain't coming back.
It ain't coming back.
A girl washes away.
A rabbit jumps from the moon
And everything is silent at last.
Goodbye, I whisper, to those magical times.
I'm a part of this.
Lotus leaves float And I'm on top.
I look down at emptiness.
And music floats through sounds
As my heart jumps
From the nostalgic Feelings.
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Posted: 2008-06-20 16:03:40 UTC |
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2008-06-27 03:59:33 | User |
I feel so much like a child again reading this. As though I am once again the sad, lonely little kid I was. Wish I have a chance to live those days again. Love this!!! |