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 Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 6:13 pm
This is going to be a series of poems.
This is a place called Spirit Meadow
Where romance is felt
Laughter is heard all across
The taste of lemonade fills the air
Scents of the flowers in the garden rise
And beauty is seen all around
No tree has ever fallen in Spirit Meadow
No flower has withered
And the lake has never froze
And there are no benches here
Because nobody here ever needs to sit
The trees, the flowers, and the lake
Have witnessed love, happiness, mistakes, and tragity
Wait!
The groans of the past suface
Now we will here the stories
Of Spirit Meadow.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 6:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 6:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 6:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 10:35 pm
Doesn't have a very good flow (sorry to say) but I like the meaning behind it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 6:28 am
I agree, I'm going to edit it to fix that later.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 3:46 pm
odd waffles... very odd... and as for the poem, very nice...
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