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Desolate Quandary
By Spiritus_Frumenti
Could I hear you speaking,
In tongues unraveling infinity
Waking mountains of time,
Standing high,
High right next to heaven?
So much for love,
Weeping cancerous notes of silence
Filling voids dying too soon on my hands
Could I live without our eyes meeting again?
Knowing the wind has touched them, somewhere distant,
As the nights seem quieter
Almost like the world wants me to hear you whisper
Whisper how you loved me once
How you will never find,
Someone who will dream forever just like you
I remain lifeless
By those same mountains of time
Hearing but myself cry
Standing high,
High right next to heaven...
Copyright © Juan Antonìo Thomas, 2004
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Copyright 2005 Spiritus_Frumenti
Published on Wednesday, January 5, 2005.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Monday, January 10, 2005, Solace
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wrote:
And they clasped hands in infinity, if only he never gave up that moment in time...Brilliant to such an extent that I will cherish this moment, and never give the moment up...
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A former member wrote:
beautifully written
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On Wednesday, January 5, 2005, Sin
(1168) wrote:
this read like a dream and left images of a lonely desolate mountain dancing before my eyes, you have such a lovely way of expressing your emotions ~kristy
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On Wednesday, January 5, 2005, ShadowFlight
(105) wrote:
Maybe I'm reading this wrong, but I find it oddly comforting... an alone, but not lonely. Very nice write
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