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Just to see
There's something in my heart
I know not what
But it keeps me searching
With eyes almost shut
A few dreams lie in a field
Long since gone fallow
Burned down to their cinders
Surronded by useless tallow
Some bright things too
Flicker here and yonder
A maybe here, a might there
Enough to make me ponder
Can I find my path
Amidst all the debris?
Right turn here, wrong turn there
A field made only of me
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
All blend into who I could be
Do I but have the courage to look
Guess we'll just have to see
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Comment by: water - 2007-01-23 07:04
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Very nice, mixed emotions, dwelling in the dark, searching for yourself.
L like it a lot, easy reading and some ryhme too.
Write on. |
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Comment by: mitra - 2006-11-30 08:03
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| The casual sort of tone in this is nice. |
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Comment by: ticra - 2006-11-27 10:46
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I think this has some very good images in it! I really liked the third stanza. I really get this poem...thanks for sharing!
good job! |
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| Artfully composed. The theme actually reminds me of something we Muslims believe: human beings are naturally born with a moral compass that will guide us to do what is right. |
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