Riding to places I've never known
The journey's long, no end's in sight
Unknown faces all pass me by
I can sense their presence but can't hear their voice
I'm riding blind
Through the carousel of life
The turning's quick, no stop to my cries...
Different faces all pass me by
I can feel their faces but can't hear their words
I'm riding blind
Through the carousel of life
The truggle's long, no end to my fight...
I can feel you here, is that your hand in mine?
I can smell your breathing. it's like a song
Set me free and I'll make it through
I will sing once I'm with you...
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this is a lovely poem and it flowed really well untill i got to the last stanza i didnt quite feel it fitted, although i did read it twice, maybe thats just me, apart from that i think you have depicted the carousel of life very well and i enjoyed reading, thanx for shareing
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wow...
thats beautiful...
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It's a pretty pretty poem, very thinky but may I ask what is a truggle? Great Write and Hope you get alots more comments
happy writing Ariel
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