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That I'm laying at the stem Nurturing crude soil, bare hands Holding this gently My vase of top hope decay Watch as I Fill these hopes all lined with sand That the flower will take my hand 'Cause when I die That I've planted will remember ...to forget Can I seek? All I seek is a flower Responsive to feel in each breath Take these dirt fingers Used to nurture this from death A bloom so tall Twisted, full, and free When you think it's to much I'll take your hand If you take mine But you're planted in my vase Poured the water one day at a time I work to create what can't respond Bringing pointless hope for what is mine. |
as this is, it is very, very good. I think it only needs a little tightening here and there. I think you can make it flow a little better. other than that, it's remarkable. I love the images and the feeling contained in each and every line. nice work.| Posted on 2005-05-06 00:00:00 | by sierramuse8 | [ Reply to This ] | I love this so so much...I was hesitant in reading it but I am so so glad that I did...you are an awesome writer and I really really look for more...tah tah my friend | Fare Thee Well Jazmine | Posted on 2005-05-06 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ] | |