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Author Name: Freejohncarter 6 Comments
Date Added: February 23, 2008 07:02:41 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The sun will still shine
The sky will be blue some days
I have never lived a life of cliché’s
Illusions and magicians
Have no place in my world
Love shined its light
The world could see
In a softly floating dream
A lyrical wonderland
I blessed and cursed the earth
For every footstep I took
That took me away from you.
Life is a stream
A captured bliss
A wanting for so much more.
A flower held tightly against the breeze
Could never hold it’s petals
In the wake of silent spring
Creeping, walking, stalking
She waits on my submission
But I see beyond forever
Two planted seeds
So carefully tended
Nurtured and needed.
Beyond my soul of surrender.
A talking walking stalking midnight.
The streetlights are eyes
Lost within the ever shaking leaves
Of surrendering trees.
When I was young
I stood in the arms of giants
Stole the fruit of summer
Almost out of reach.
Scraped my knees on rocky dreams
Chased some rainbows not knowing
The crock of gold
Was always in my heart.


















Author's Notes:
Almost fifty, I guess i just reached a milestone.
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Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on March 18, 2008 10:08:28 PM Report
incredibly beautiful, but then i guess i say that about all your work.


~cin xo


not to worry.....your lovely spirit and heart will never age!

Comment By: FreeAminath Agleema on February 24, 2008 02:53:21 PM Report
very beautiful poem
Comment By: FreeAdri on February 24, 2008 12:35:28 PM Report
Age is nothing, you know that.  When you have love; be loved and love back, nothing else matters, and you have everything. 
Great write. 
Adri x

Comment By: Premiumlionheart on February 24, 2008 08:59:49 AM Report
You're still just a baby...but you sure can write poetry. :o)



Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on February 23, 2008 03:39:54 PM Report
beautiful especially the last 8 lines.

BTW being fifty plus aint so bad ;-)


Ali x

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on February 23, 2008 09:20:12 AM Report
 In life so many changes and somethings we just can't control ... We try to make our world happy... Then next thing you know we stumble and fall knowing it will scar us ... We are always looking for happiness called love...
 So many people do not know that don't have to search lives in our heart...
 A very wise and noble poem...Age  does make us see things differently..
Texas sends her  Hugs ~ She Whispers


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