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| silversoldier (profile) wrote, on 3-4-2004 at 6:56pm | |
| Current mood: exhausted Subject: "Fading Memories" |
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| Much as the leaves turn bright and fall, Their beauty held for such short time, and softly Strength is taken. Broken. Fluttering to the ground to hold Color for a short while longer. Color, bleeding, but never leaving Simply overtaken. As mighty as the tree may be Without the leaves it holds no life. Each long arm strains at last To hold the final colors. Feebly, in all accounts To watch such giants overcome A breeze come in to play a while. A finger slips and suddenly Ten leaves are blown so far away. And sad is the scene that has come to be That all the crimson and gold Bled away to leave behind a pool, Brown, light, and every day Taken away by such playful wind. Sadder more to step away, To see the trees collectively. The pool belongs to not one But to the forest together. No more can any tree claim its color As the breeze scatters leaves all around. Instead the trees lie dormant, waiting for the Winter. (Yes, this is my original work *for once* and again *for once* I am proud of this work. |
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DarkSwordDancer | 03-04-04 9:50pm i very much like that poem....its great!.....yes.....hmm....
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FuzzyDragon | Ya know I'd like that poem..., 03-06-04 12:15am If I were interested in the sorrow of trees that is. But seriously that is a good poem. Way to go Nick. |
silversoldier | Re: Ya know I'd like that poem..., 03-07-04 10:19pm Thank you. |
Jessika | O_O, 03-11-04 12:24am I make some sense of that suddenly....I was flipping through journals and read it again and I got meaning more than trees...wow.
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