Distance

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    Distance

    The days that pass,
    with somber rain.
    Clouds the sky,
    and my pain.
    Meant to be alone,
    walk in cold.
    Meant to suffer,
    never grow old.
    To see the moon,
    and beautiful sky.
    To learn to love,
    to learn to fly.
    To be so close,
    and yet so far.
    from my home,
    and where you are.

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    redbloodink commented on Distance

    04-10-2010

    I like the simplicity... and rhythem of this work.... great creativity..... red

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Emilia’s Poems (17)

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    Unreal 0
    Mask 0
    Found. 2
    Fit In 1
    Imaginary 0
    Destiny 1
    Empty 2
    Mental Warning 0
    Life 0
    Distance 1
    Keep going 2
    God's Tears? 1
    Heart 3
    Insane? 7
    A Game? 9
    Dead.... 5
    Death or Freedom? 4