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The pastels we knew
Faded into the distant burning
Tress of green, some fade in the dust
Flowers that bloom of fiery anguish
The bulbs and buds have fallen in between
The pain of him falls down
Endlessly
Circling clouds of once was man
I come kneeling, falling for it
He comes harsh
The times of fight
Sweltering time
Melting in the day of well being once obtained
The drops of salt from above the face
I cannot see through blinded days
He came and left, still remaining here
Of all the dust
No shadows can come
The drops of the sick
Flowing freely, rivers waking
The rays of one that was
Beaming
All can not be found in it
The heat of the time of the place where
I can not be found to die
So weakness overwhelming
The salt burns in the mind
Everlasting
It comes as a flame
Ever so silent, ripping
- by The Fate Of The Strings |
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- | Submitted on 07/20/2008 |
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- Title: The Summer
- Artist: The Fate Of The Strings
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Description:
Well, this is part two of my, "The Seasons" series, and it took me the longest to write. I decided to move from the social decomposition of my character to the physical wearing away of his being.
I hope you enjoy, "The Summer" - Date: 07/20/2008
- Tags: death loss condition summer sickness
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Edward the Beloved - 07/20/2008
- o.o I really like this. It's very very pretty (though I'm not sure other's would choose this word? x3) I like it.
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