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| Topic Started: Jun 22 2008, 08:54 PM (105 Views) | |
| Argentum | Jun 22 2008, 08:54 PM Post #1 |
Pirate Wannabe
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Fine-spun glass like silver beads Threaded on strings of cruel words Ripples in waters of crystal seas Delicate frost on winter trees A call the bantam stars have heard. Thick and full as midnight skies To silver glass-like thread he croons Like stallion's prowess, stong but spry Torn by enemies, harsh and wry With grief of a tortured heart that's hewn A harmonous duet, singing its song The deep blue sky with silver stars A melody one wishes would be prolonged One which any note cannot be wrong Singing of griefs like iron bars. |
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