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Post by adml13v on Oct 17, 2005 18:44:20 GMT -5
My Silent Journey
I've known you, stranger, for a life or two, Save a time when you rode my mind away. Do not whisper so, what Am I to do? A Poets hand wills to sway and sway today. Do not mumble now. LOUD! Acquaintance speak, For your silence I care not lend ear, Thoughts of beauty I beg of you, secrete. Our words will wither blindly; who will hear? As you've slept the world has grown so fast. No longer will tranquil summer days lull, As I've journeys to set sail; I'm raising mast Storm of Heralces? No. This is just a squall. In time, good time! Countless time we may fall. And just as I'm to die, the wind will haul.
Brandon Michael Sheetz
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