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Longing (Free verse) by galiana in an abandoned palace a lady walks
watching, waiting
her love will not come again
in golden days of youth
long ago
two figures used to dance
in the warm days of summer
spinning, twirling
those times she visits now
so far away from this winter
cold, grey
in the dusty rooms of a fairy castle
she wanders aimlessly
turning, turning
looking for her love
so calm his voice
comforting, soothing
she hears it now
she lays her down
despairing, weeping
and prepares herself to die
once again her love takes her
warm, loving
the last thing she sees is his face
her love has come again.
Up the ladder:
Is It Love
Down the ladder:
:)
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Arithmetic Mean: 2.7777777
Posted: January 27, 2003 9:08 PM PST; Last modified: January 27, 2003 9:08 PM PSTWeighted score: 3.8888888 Overall Rank: 13445 Comments:
than like a weird flaming alien finds me having gay midget sex in vegas with a theoretical math problem turned flesh, and the waitress says, "care for an olive you greek freak," and i'm like beatch WHATEVER! BA NAH NAH DA NA DA NA NA
BA NAH NAH DA NA DA NA NA CUZ I LIVE IN THE DIVEDED STATE OF NOSTALGIA THE DIVEDED STATE ODERFUSCIA WHATEVER...all i can say is in five hours i will be snowboarding down a gorgeous alpine mountain carving it up...WHATEVER HA! urp... ?
why do you switch form near the end? it wasn't entirely pleasing, but it worked better in solidarity, at least.
nothing here for me, though.
Great knowledge of adjectives!!
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THIS IS TERRIBLE.