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See this dust,
on top of the world,
everything is broken,
everything is lost,
so tell me,
why don't we dance,
on the ashes of our mistakes,
open our wings,
fly away,
to somewhere beautiful and distant,
reminiscent of the past,
disregard this shattered glass,
leave behind the sullen hues,
of black and white,
breathe into me that forgotten life.

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cowgirl4everThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jun. 24, 2011 at 3:51 pm
Wow...that's beauitful!!! I love free verse poems, and this one paints a clear picture of what you are describing.
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