"Twice in the kingdom that heaven forgot
Thrice in the halls of the body and thought
Once in the torment of beauty abroad
left in the darkness, abandoned to rot."
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Time for some more poetry...
"Dials"
The hands of the clock caress every hour
gingerly, meticulously, gently they glide
Through every second, every spending moment
while others are about, minding their fleeting days,
it ticks, turns, spins, whirls
ascends to the pinnacle of every hour,
only to drop into the pit of every half.
Winding back the moments,
the seconds, the minutes, hours,
years pass in mere drops of time,
spent in envy and vindictive joy.
Were I able to hold these moments,
into what darker thoughts might I fall?
Into what dripping puddle of oblivion
would a less bittersweet fate loath to find itself?
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igashijin
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真秋:ちょっとむらむらしているんだけど。。。
美恵:マーシュー。止めて。
美恵:マーシュー。止めて。
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"Dials." As it is seems to peak my interest a great deal. As once again this happens to tell a story, or a passage you had to overcome.
The second part I like this a great deal. It reminds me of myself. I am not certain that it is the same as how you feel. It reminds me of the things I have done, and the darkness that has engulfed me. You hold onto precious moments cause they seem to be what you cherish the most. You keep onto them, for the fear of losing something dear. As the time grows and changes are made. You follow it. Such things you like to remember, that should never be forgotten as the clock moves time faster.
That is my thoughts on this poem.