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Post by Dhodrimme Rualanna on Jun 27, 2006 18:57:46 GMT -5
This is the poem I wrote, which is actually a song in my story.... Laughing play in early morning Children dancing through the mist Never saw the early warning Of the dark sky’s stormy fist
Thunder, lightening, rumbling deep Streams and rivers flowing fast Frighten children till they weep Lost in forests dark and vast
Never found, forever lost Mothers sob in midnight silence Angered at the wrongful cost Taken by the stormy violence
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Post by Darrell on Jun 28, 2006 8:48:21 GMT -5
Ahh, such a sad tale. Good poem though
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Post by Dhodrimme Rualanna on Jun 28, 2006 9:40:30 GMT -5
Thank you *takes a bow*
The story's worse in the form of sadness...
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Post by Eleniel on Aug 9, 2006 4:22:27 GMT -5
Yeah, a sad tale as Darrell says, but nevertheless one of your better writings. For some reason I feel like I've seen/commented on it before. *reads it again* I really like it... it's touching... nice job.
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