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a poem entitled The Lost Soul
The Lost Soul Silvery white wings dance as if Deaths' handsome face is seen, always searching for their lady of riches, as they glide through the nights grey veil, while swooping and swaying between the frosty fingers of Lord Winters' hands, the wings belonging to a white raven, or known to the commoners, the lost soul. |
I think you need to post your poem about the stars. ;)
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For Neller...'Stars'
here you go...just for you...:)
Stars As I sit here under the eyes of millions of guardians watching me I often wonder, were is the light Oh yes it's there, Zues looking in his mirror At the world so dark and fiece He smiles with light That shines so bright That it makes the troubles go away With this The guardians shimmer and dance with happiness, for they know everything is ok! |
Since each user is only allowed to create one Poetry thread, I've gone ahead and merged you'r together. Please update this thread with all of your new works. :yes:
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