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Post by Tania on Mar 5, 2004 20:19:07 GMT -5
Mourning for a friend
When you lose all hope You learn to cope With the sadness The madness of Everyday life Death is a journey Everyone takes The ending the rebirth The mark we all make When sadness is left And nothing, and no one Can take away that feeling of Being bereft Falling out and down Tears are for drowning For we re all sad clowns Hope cannot contain truth Fear is just a wake call Hatred is just dressed Up Insecurity Coming to the Apathy Hall It is not worth to be distressed Tears are cried And soon dried On nothing in particular-Tania C.Walsh-
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Post by bloodredtears on Mar 15, 2004 16:20:26 GMT -5
i loved this part in the poem...it's the total truth..i especially liked that last line of that part..."the mark we all make" reminds me of the poem "The Dash" i think that's what it is anyway...great job!
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Post by Seth on Mar 15, 2004 16:39:41 GMT -5
I totally agree with bloodredtears... Lovely written...
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on May 13, 2004 6:56:25 GMT -5
this was really sad. a lovely write. thank you for sharing! x rinna x
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