of summer's dying
illusions I know not but
the whisper of a
long-gone memory fading
calling to those who
lie alone on sun-scorched ground
eyes to the sky caught;
all that you love will be carried away…
all that you love will be carried away
By: godawful teen-angst poetry
My thanks to Stephen King, muse on this choka...reminisce on the ghosts of past lives as they whisper you secrets in raspy long-gone voices...
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 40 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 3 - Published: 9/27/2003 - id: 1409059
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of summer's dying
illusions I know not but
the whisper of a
long-gone memory fading
calling to those who
lie alone on sun-scorched ground
eyes to the sky caught;
all that you love will be carried away…
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