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Post by Veritas on Jan 30, 2011 13:29:33 GMT -5
... it sings of pain and yet reminds us of laughter
... the gods of joy & fear sharing thoughts & ideas over a glass of beer
... to the last drop we play our part like dancing bears ...enthralled with the plot ever the greener tomorrow to be sought & like god never to be followed
... in the shadow of a great mountain uncertain
...the sun slows at its zenith & fades from focus
...bathing the mind like saltwater shores
... echo the voices of sirens in song
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Post by Veritas on Oct 9, 2011 12:47:06 GMT -5
*Thought this would be better suited here*
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Post by RisYerg on Oct 9, 2011 13:06:03 GMT -5
Hi, Sir! Ironically, I have a book "Lost World of the Aegean" on a table near my bed ... (I did read it several times) Then I can think myself ready to read this your piece. I like it. I mean your piece. As if I hear phrases from the past. Great work, sir! R.Y.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Oct 9, 2011 16:11:41 GMT -5
I’m tempted to ask where this was hiding but it is enough that you brought it out into the light. Thanks! You really are good. I love this; “...enthralled with the plot ever the greener tomorrow to be sought & like god never to be followed” And your ending fits perfectly. I could comment on each line – all good of course.
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