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Beyond the deep green grasses,
And the hills that host fresh air,
I' m soon to see a great perspective new,
My face no longer welcome here,
I have no other choice,
Than to make this my very last farewell,
At night my thoughts will seek this place,
In daylight they are forbidden,
To seep throught the walls that hold them in my head,
I will miss it all,
But my future holds,
A very different life,
So long,
farewell,
Goodbye.
Comments (2 Comments)
- Azalea Eva - 06/13/2009
- Hey-that reminds me of how I felt when I walked into the bathroom! ^^ I like it... And if you want advice- I'll give it! Something you might wanna try next time is to pay more attention to the rythm. Beat is one of the sole elements in poetry.
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- Motomina - 05/19/2009
- very nice poem. cant give any more advices. it's great.
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