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Poems.
Oct 26, 2009 23:25:13 GMT -5
Post by yellow on Oct 26, 2009 23:25:13 GMT -5
On the 31st there will be three That are not really as they seem They will come once like a dream But their power will be seen On the night of Hallow's Eve
The Midnight Moon
Under the light of the midnight moon Streams gleam and flowers bloom Bright colors end soon Under the light of the midnight moon
The Empty Library
As you walk into this room You will feel emptiness and gloom There are pages torn and books strewn on the floor There is nothing left of the open door
The Blank Room
The room is white and endless People here are friendless Fires are dim Glass is thin And ashes fall like snow
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Poems.
Oct 31, 2009 13:29:03 GMT -5
Post by B-r-e-z-e--->> on Oct 31, 2009 13:29:03 GMT -5
I like the last poem, but how can fires be dim yet there still be ashes??
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