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Turning Around
A restless spirit has come upon me
How far still can i go
How far have i come
Reluctantly,turning around.
I beheld the path of my life
The trodden grass, molded
The bridges crossed now fallen
Yes, like they fell and scatter across the ground
Broken images, the forgotten.
I see old comrades empty abodes and weep
The stench of time lingers at the doorstep
Eerie greetings from moans beaneth my feet
And in the brush beyond dance the ghost of eternal sleep.
The crimson sun falling behind the mountain
Sunlight beams dancing upon the surface of the waters
Eased my clouded countenance and let me know
This land that i love is with me still
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Candlewitch
Wed, 2011-11-16 11:50
Hello,
Good title and excellent language usage! I enjoyed the read and the sentiment. Especially these lines:
Eerie greetings from moans beaneth my feet
And in the brush beyond dance the ghost of eternal sleep.
always, Cat
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Jahleel Drigo
Fri, 2011-11-18 10:48
Glad you liked it
Glad you liked my work Cat.I'm no professional at this but I try. Comments like this make me feel like I can keep on posting.lol
Cheers,
JahLo
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