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Footsteps (Free verse) by MacFrantic In the forest of the sea
I'll replicate the elegy
Forlorn to bask in moon-stained tides
Black's the color of your eyes
In my sleep a cuckoo bird
These whistling cavern winds
Two trembling footsteps I will make
My life floods from within
What deviant disproves my place?
We are but setting clay
In the forest of the sea
The beast shall surely play
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Posted: November 2, 2006 11:22 AM PST; Last modified: November 2, 2006 11:22 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7961 Comments:
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wilco @ 24.92.74.122
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2-Nov-06/6:10 PM
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Okay, I'll buy that as a decent poem.
The sound is poetry. Maybe that's all that matters.
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