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In all my shrouded memories,
There’s one I’ve grown a longing for.
It’s somewhere past the eye can see,
I cannot see it, still
And once my mind begins to look
For what I’ve grown a longing for,
My eyes perceive what’s yet been took
By others who long more.
They waste away their eager minds
To view what they’ve been longing for:
A sad attempt to try and find
Their exorbitant door.
And once they find this memory
In which they’ve grown a longing for,
This divine image starts to flee
Far past the eye can see.
But in a moment’s glare I find
What I’ve been ever longing for,
The ever lasting point in time
In which I’d seek no more
But as I viewed the memory
In that which I’d been longing for
There’s nothing past the eye can see
And I can see no more.
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- | Submitted on 03/29/2009 |
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Comments (3 Comments)
- maydaymouse - 04/06/2009
- it's pretty good, but it's your final decision on whether publishing or not but 5/5 ^^
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- cooll666725 - 03/31/2009
- The poem pretty good. I'm not sure about the publishing idea, but I'll rate it a 4/5. ^_^
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- sOpHiE_irIzARry666 - 03/31/2009
- this is a really good poem
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