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Until
By Eric
Till I am free
Till I am found
What will become
Cannot be bound
To winter's call
To summer's fall
I'll walk the echoes like a hall
Minutes come
Minutes go
Till the days
Begin to grow
Till I am free
Till I am found
What has become
Cannot be bound
When minutes cease
When hours fail
Gentle whisper
Will avail
Taken yonder
Ever ponder
Till the moonlight
Is no longer
Hanging threaded
Fallen out of sweet adore
Saying ever, evermore
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© 2006 Eric Scott Diaz
Published on Saturday, August 13, 2016.
Filed under: "Structured" and
"Poetry"
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On Friday, September 1, 2017, worm
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wrote:
good stuff... write more!
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A former member wrote:
dripping of words; a Pollock like write of words that really stick to the paper. . .and the mind, or crack thereof. .. wonderful~
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On Saturday, March 31, 2007, just breath
(39) wrote:
Well done, this flows so easily yet stirs alot of thoughts
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On Monday, January 30, 2006, ApathysKiss
(377) wrote:
usually a lot of the rhythmic/rhyming here fall short of what is to be achieved but this flowed smoothly...fortunately =)...well done. ~ak
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A former member wrote:
terrificly drammatic beauty wrapped in its entirety...great write
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On Sunday, January 29, 2006, Alanarchy
(1168) wrote:
Those last two lines were like a nail driven deep into my conscience. Very nice work, here.
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