April 24, 2009
By Dead-eyed-Author SILVER, London, Other
Dead-eyed-Author SILVER, London, Other
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To life floating on a gentle lilly
A precious serenade
Songs, wonders, aromas
Favour, textures
We're to lucky
But to have none
No beat, nor rhythym
No flow, nor gush of blood
Your limbs
And skin
Hardened bark
Your age displayed inside.
No emotions to cloud the mind
But precious little mind to cloud.
Thank you, life
For however long I can.

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on May. 12 2009 at 1:15 am
Aryelle PLATINUM, Scottsbluff, Nebraska
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Whoa... The language in this is so powerful. I absolutely love the lines "No emotions to cloud the mind but precious little mind to cloud." That's genious.

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