dirge

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    dirge

    the water in the river
    without the ususal eddy
    flows so slowly
    silently into the lake
    it stops there endlessly;
    everyting is lifeless
    for you are gone
    and i am dead.

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    BridgetBowen commented on dirge

    02-03-2009

    This is sad but lovely. Very good poem.

    camins4955

    06/22/2009

    Yes. I was really sad that time!. thanks for reading.

    Phoenix9 commented on dirge

    12-31-2008

    very sad

    camins4955

    06/22/2009

    Yap. I was really very sad that time!

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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