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Looking back,
everything was so simple,
so pure.
Laughs everywhere,
not a care in the world
Those years were nice
Maybe even the best so far
But with age comes
a burden: knowledge.
To know life
is to truly know despair
So during the
worst of times,
I choose to forget
and be pure once more
everything was so simple,
so pure.
Laughs everywhere,
not a care in the world
Those years were nice
Maybe even the best so far
But with age comes
a burden: knowledge.
To know life
is to truly know despair
So during the
worst of times,
I choose to forget
and be pure once more
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When Dragons Die
"It's on the beach!"
It's on the beach.
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It washed up on the shore?
Dead?
She left most of the crowd behind
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Yep, another poem. I've got a bunch more that I'll be posting over some period of time. I'm trying to write poetry more often, since I don't have the time to write stories.
Let me know what you think! Any comments would be much appreciated!
Let me know what you think! Any comments would be much appreciated!
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I enjoyed this poem, as it conveys what you are trying to say quite nicely. It feels a little more like prose than poetry, but perhaps that was your intention. Altogether, excellent work.