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Darkened the alley, my eyes, and the sky, And memories, a lullaby, On darkened streets. My heart, it whispers... a mere lie, Used once too often to defy - Reality. It beats. And whispers - does not want to cry, And fancies eyes, empty and dry, Cold. It repeats... The symphony. Now please, stand by, It still awaits for the reply, (Yet the eternal, cheats.) |
The flow is fantastic, and the vague feelings. Perfect. Your poem is making it to my favorites list. And I apologize for not expressing more opinions on your work. I am just busy enjoying the feeling it has evoked. Thank you. ![]() | Posted on 2009-01-11 00:00:00 | by EpsilonpsiiChi | [ Reply to This ] | Wow, interesting thoughts are captured, really, in- BETWEEN the words. The strange pauses and flow of this work is extremely interesting to me. | "The symphony. Now please, stand by," I really like that line, I think this has made it into my favorites list, and that's good, I don't have much on my favorites, I'm kinda picky, so thank-you for the good read. -eggshells- | Posted on 2009-01-11 00:00:00 | by eggshells | [ Reply to This ] | |