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One long undulating walk
When the light that shines
From the end of the tunnel I see.
There golden dreams
To reality shall transform.
No more shall there be darkness
To mask my hope,
Neither will there be feigned pity
From unfeeling fiends.
Then woes of unpalatable pasts
Shall betide me no more;
Nor shall warm spring
Leak away from loosed eyes.
When the end of the tunnel I see,
Thus will my virtues be bare.
| I'm not even sure why, but I liked this a lot. The flow and idea of it is strange, and also a bit mysterious, but it was one of those few poems that I ended up reading over several times. You might want to limit the number of sylables to the lines, though, because it might make the flow feel even better, and, in some cases, it might make it easier to follow. Either way, I liked it. Nice work. :)||| Posted on 2006-01-15 00:00:00 | by Trifecta | [ Reply to This ] |