in a world
where magic is lost
i wondered
about the beat o' mi heart
because
followin' it
always led to pain...
true...
but damn
i hear music
and see swirls o' colour
and true
i may ne'er find the love
i seek,
but the promise
that i might
well,
that makes the travel
the jouney
well worth it.
only...
somedays... when i forget that
there is music and colours...
and realise i still walk alone
i get lonly...
i miss people that ne'er were there
and all the magic
'twould seem
cannae make them appear...
Comments
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excellent!
It would seem that we both travel the same lonely road. This is of course more than testiment to you skill with the written word. It speaks volumes more than is written and flows oh so well. This makes, no allows the reader to walk with you
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I am sorry one so lovely must sometimes be so lonely.
would that there were not magic for me to step into the gaps of your life, and fill them with heated kisses, in aching places, with extensions of flesh caresses to make one know two again with music and colors beyond description. Alas all i have is words to cross distant miles and bear smiles, and perhaps a bit of whimsical fantasy to cherish. lovely write dear arden....it's been too long. ~~~Artis
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How sad this is, but then again, I like the following hope theme.
"but the promise
that i might
well,
that makes the travel
the jouney
well worth it."
This, to me, is the point of life.
Nicely done.
Best wishes,
K
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