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My brand new street, though paved long past
Ends at the mouth of a snow-ridden summit-
A peak of a hill, unlike the one on which my feet are placed;
Wishing life could be as solid,
As steady,
As the asphalt beneath me.
But even asphalt needs changing;
Requires repair.
A switch of materials,
Mannerisms.
Even asphalt gets cracked,
Withered,
Worn down with potholes and dust-caked knobs.
Even the very roads we depend on every day
Getting to and from work,
To school,
Change for the better.
Don't they?
- by lalkaleliel |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/16/2008 |
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- Title: The Irony of a Concrete Life
- Artist: lalkaleliel
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Description:
Many things are happening in my life, that aren't the happiest things you could think of.
Writing poetry for it is just one way to get in touch with myself and these troubles.
After going through such hard situations, I try and see what's best to make out of it.
This is usually what comes. - Date: 07/16/2008
- Tags: road journey life street mountain
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