Rhyming again for a change.
where tales of a long lost lore
play in the waves of sweet tyranny;
that would be a sight for sore eyes to see.
Give me all direction I might need
to end the sleepy flower's creed,
murmuring nonsense at midnight,
grounding all thoughts in poor flight.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-11-19 at 23:58
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Night
Tell me more of the magic shorewhere tales of a long lost lore
play in the waves of sweet tyranny;
that would be a sight for sore eyes to see.
Give me all direction I might need
to end the sleepy flower's creed,
murmuring nonsense at midnight,
grounding all thoughts in poor flight.
Poetry by Bob
Read 507 times
Written on 2006-11-19 at 23:58
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