Replay

These traveling thoughts...
Why can't life be like my first breath?
For each one since then,
Seems to be buried in lost dreams.
Amnesty bestowed,
So many countless tears of pain.
Vanished memories,
Cloud tomorrows once crystal view.

Through the acid skies,
Whispering streams meander still.
Where silent echoes,
Nestle into weaving heartbeats.
This sad song of mine,
Keeps skipping like an old record.
Rewinding the parts,
It forever longs me to hear.

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Much love to all...Thanks for reading me, Timothy~

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myrataal
April 24, 2008

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Wondrous words ...
and truly an outpour of heart ...

Did you mean ECHOES, Poet? Plural? Please forgive me if I misread.

Beautiful work.

Love to you.

Myra
- poeticweaver
  April 24, 2008
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  Ofcourse, I must of been tired, my story, and I'm sticking to it. LOL. Thanks for pointing that out hun. Peace, Timothy
esroddo
July 7, 2007

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Very impressive write
Wow such deep thoughts, I love the phrases that you used. I can feel the pain within. Like tormented cries, wanting to be releaved. You surely did pour out your heart on this write. (LISA)
"Amnesty bestowed,
So many countless tears of pain.
Vanished memories,
Cloud tomorrows once crystal view.
Through the acid skies,
Whispering streams meander still.
Where silent echos,
Nestle into weaving heartbeats"
oldphotosonlybringt
July 7, 2007

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wow bABE this was just lovely...

i liked it lots thank you so mucho for shareing your heart much love and best wishes..xoxoxo