There is a place that I know
Where the wind comes, but does not go
And while it stays, it stands with me
Because I am caged, but always free
I chose my road a long time ago
I went along the rivers flow
And followed the noch'silune
A brightness that flew beyond the moon
I chose not the prototypical non-confomist
So many have fallen to that fell list
Her raging fire to my jagged ice
My heart is in this road, I know my price
A simple road in a straight line
It is sometimes hard to see the sun shine
But the woods are lovely dark and deep
I have almost made it and will not sleep
So which road will I take today
I think that maybe I shall stay
True to the course of which I run
Their is life in the trees brighter than the sun.
A contest entry
- The Road Not Taken by Angelrain.
300 points, ended April 8, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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I absoutly love this poem!!! I flows with me!!! Keep up the good work! Feel free to pem by my page anytime!!!!
Jess
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Wonderful! Love the imagery! My favorite line has to be "Her raging fire to my jagged ice". Awesome! Alought I believe I've heard this somewhere before....hmm... Anyways great write as usual!
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i love this poem it very good....fantastic job!!!
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