Stories
They are new and old
Written in all languages
They seem to be happy
Then they get sad
Death binding the pages
Like the air we breath binds us all
Sadness grips the tale
Lost love
A whole family died
So many things
All the same ending
I fit in so well
It's not hard to tell
Oh yes,
I'm a tragedy.
Author notes
i guess it is an okay poem. i've written better
A contest entry
- If you were a book, in which section of the library would I find you? by basilisk.
1800 points, ended June 15, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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Stories (and lives) have ups and downs. I guess what kind of story a book becomes depends on where it ends. Stop in the right place, the story is different. Thank you for your entry.
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