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Powerful north winds send wonders of a tale.
One that began on the wings of all glory.
On storms with gray lovely skies.
On eves beautiful mornings.
It makes me feel ever so high. There is a power.
A message for all to share.
It battles the curse of derision.
Giving life to all those who care. It is a time,
One bent entirely on trust,
A thief which steals time,
Time which seems ever-changing. Does this spell come from above?
Listen to the waves ever-singing its sounds.
This is hushed, yet loudly ever-singing.
Have you not guessed? This thing is called, Life.
- by OrlaNoracle |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/14/2009 |
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- Title: Life
- Artist: OrlaNoracle
- Description: I just came up with this poem one day. Just smacked me in the face, i guess it works like that sometimes. It talks about life, exactly like its title. I thought it was rather happy.
- Date: 01/14/2009
- Tags: life
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