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through you
As compassionate as it may be i'm still left allured to the discretion of the matter.
As most folks convey the following lines written you breathe in every letter I am to compose. Anialated, my hope disinter grated, left for vultchers to rip out my soul, this is how I felt when life hit me hard below the belt.
As midnight calls upon doting, I long deeply for the night of the silver moon cresent, where fireflies, creatures of the night and magic called upon complete understanding for the beauty of life. The simplest things leave you speechless in imagination. This is what my thoughts summon before midnight hour befalls the eve.
I allowed myself to crumple in the grasp of elation, I allowed myself to fit endless time and space in that one glance. I could see right through you. And so could you.
MDT
As most folks convey the following lines written you breathe in every letter I am to compose. Anialated, my hope disinter grated, left for vultchers to rip out my soul, this is how I felt when life hit me hard below the belt.
As midnight calls upon doting, I long deeply for the night of the silver moon cresent, where fireflies, creatures of the night and magic called upon complete understanding for the beauty of life. The simplest things leave you speechless in imagination. This is what my thoughts summon before midnight hour befalls the eve.
I allowed myself to crumple in the grasp of elation, I allowed myself to fit endless time and space in that one glance. I could see right through you. And so could you.
MDT
Published 7th May 2010
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Anonymous
8th May 2010 11:03pm
Sweet and tender prose poem, with a marvellous final line which really made me smile. One small problem, though: you really should focus on cleaning up your spelling and grammar. I know it's a petty quibble, but your work is so good that it's beauty is undermined slightly by the presentation.
However, as I said, it's a sweet and tender poem, rich in it's emotion and originality of expression.
However, as I said, it's a sweet and tender poem, rich in it's emotion and originality of expression.
8th May 2010 11:11pm
LOL, yea ive always had spelling and grammer problems...lol...but really thanks for the criticism...im glad u liked it, ive never had anyone say my work is so good..lol...thanks jack :)
