A deep green bouquet
Of wild grass meanders
Gently on the bank.
A sea of flowers
Ranging from every shade
Wave within the wind.
A peaceful image,
Like gifts along the journey
Of a quiet life.
A tall oak tree rests
Atop the nearby hillside,
Casting shade ahead.
As the river flow
Becomes more shallow in depth,
The journey concludes.
A perfect sunset
Sets over the peaceful scene.
Like a fairytale,
But it has a flaw.
It is a river of life
Without a meaning.
Devoid of just cause
Or a grand purpose in fate,
Lost in the chaos.












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**)(Maybe it was wrong of me to hold u up so high )( **
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I write poetry. And Prose.
also click here [link]
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Those who dance are considered insane by those who cant hear the music.George Carlin
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I write poetry. And Prose.
also click here [link]
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Those who dance are considered insane by those who cant hear the music.George Carlin
#artistic-advancement~~ProjectImprove~=RawEm0tion
~#Project-Pay-Forward~#DeviouslyInspired
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currently without steady access to internet...
will be back asap!
new writing club,
amazing place!!
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I write poetry. And Prose.
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