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Wandering Spirit (Free verse) by angel_uy

A wondering spirit, Floats through the rain. Weary and sad, Feeling all alone With nowhere to go. No tears run down For she can not cry, She forgot how so long ago. She knows nothing but saddness Does not know how to be happy, Things once seen in color, Are now shades of gray. She hears voices calling out But they seem distant, almost non-existent. Things begin to spin A world once clear, now a blur. Her eyes are tired From looking at nothing for so long. She wants to leave But does not know how, So she wonders on In this dreary existence Never to look back.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 17-Apr-03/9:50 AM
This is an epic poeme of epoch-making proportions.




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