seven cursed times i wept alone
as my weak voice faded slowly
a muted bird i became now
seven winters i waited
to hear your voice
I'm tired of this
take my life.
A contest entry
- Seven Lines by Lj-.
300 points, ended May 27, 2007, 26 entries
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Comments
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Very sad, the feeling of waiting.
Thank you for your entry,
Best of luck!

