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infinate saddness
If saddness was a state of mind, there would be a pill of somekind,
that took all of our loss and grief, and turned it into lite relief.
But its not, in fact its universal, in an unending chain of dress rehersals.
the tears we cry are like a kalidescope, that colours our view so that we may cope.
that took all of our loss and grief, and turned it into lite relief.
But its not, in fact its universal, in an unending chain of dress rehersals.
the tears we cry are like a kalidescope, that colours our view so that we may cope.
Published 28th Nov 2009
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30th Nov 2009 1:38am
we have no dress rehearsals, but I do love the concept of this poem. It's imagery and structure is lovely.
- T.
- T.
30th Nov 2009 4:08am
hmm, thankyou, i guess i ment, the dramas and battles we face each day, that we let get under our skin. ross
