Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Pirate Hippie, Aug 18, 2005.

  1. Pirate Hippie

    Pirate Hippie Member

    dark circles,
    containing all that matters

    a shade of forrest,
    that all but flatters

    the brown of trees,
    held by all of these

    holes that lead in,
    down holes, where no man goes

    these eyes that miss the rain,
    living in the desert and waiting in vain

    they look up, and see the sky,
    with it's wafting clouds of white,

    and know that they will make it, whatever the spite.
  2. Lozi

    Lozi Senior Member

    :) nice piece dude. i'll read your others...
  3. solaris

    solaris Member

    It needs something. Try make it longer. I would like to hear more.

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