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Behind The SkyCategory: Poetry
Sunday, 24 June 2007
04:51:42 AM (GMT)
The silver crescent floats high above the world, 
as a beacon of light,
so that the dead may wander,
to a land only remembered by lullabye.
Where all is seen in shades of grey,
for nothing's ever black and white,
and the morning dew-birds do sing,
their mystical song for all.
This place is just a playground,
for those young and for those old;
the silver arch in the sky is but their magic slide,
to forget the world and worries.
These souls have approached ghostly;
figures you barely see.
But those who have not yet heard the lullabye,
float aimlessly around as a hopeless comet,
never to enter,
behind the sky.

Comments 
iceangel says:   24 June 2007   383797  
nice poem i liked it keep writing :D
Preppygirl_10 says :   17 August 2007   427247  
NICE I LIKE IT!

 
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