Rahsash Geldich Posted March 14, 2002 Report Posted March 14, 2002 Sometimes, on even the happiest of days There is a persistent, darkening haze That drifts sowly over my eyes: I feel like a person in disguise. Do I have nothing better to do Than sit here simply dreaming of you? During the star scattered night, Or during day's bright light? Sometimes all I feel I have to do Is reach out to just touch you. But then my fingers collide with The screen, your face a myth. And now I might get to see your face, I might get to stop running this pointless race... All of a sudden you're closer than I think Will I walk down or fall off the edge of the brink?
Gwaihir Posted March 14, 2002 Report Posted March 14, 2002 sometimes reading all your beautiful pieces you make me think of abandoning the large prose work, I'm working on so that I can write more poetry. Very nice. ---------- I want to be page 93 of Pineapples, the Avian Crows-Nyyark
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