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Post by StoriesThatNeverWere on May 1, 2006 3:02:40 GMT -5
Nature divides the passionate from the not A mission to find thyself is one to be saught I have found mine, as I sit in the room Ignoring the outside, which tries to strengthen gloom The medication has ceased my pain, for the time being Just enough for me to stay conscience, to heal the wounds beaneath Impatient and anxious, my world is an earthquake Shaking, with noise, halting, then starting again A male hand on my shoulder, Wanting to be there for me But we are too young, By next year, he will be gone Even too immature, I still feel proud I see her coming, through the messy crowd The nurse smiles at me Let me tell you this now; there is no greater feeling Then holding her little body, so deligate and shy, When you hold your own baby for the first time
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Post by poeticsoul on Mar 19, 2007 20:14:02 GMT -5
I really liked this poem!!!
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Post by Dreamer on Mar 26, 2007 4:47:01 GMT -5
Oh, Song! That was beautiful!!!!!!!!!!! Oh and the emotions expressed were just... Oh, I LOVED it!!! Keep writing please, girl! You are very talented. ~Anna Christie~
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