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by lisabrighteyes Aug 25, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
From sun to moon, and moon to stars These notes I play, for all my scars Rise then fall, bend and twist, To fill these broken cisterns. Somber sounds, of a brooding song Thick then thin, short and long. Soaring high, and pitching deep To ease my states of mind. From clear to clouds, and clouds to rain This sullen song is all my pain Building, bursting, rising, welling Flooding this shallowed soul. Not finished... but please comment or give advice of any sort thanks =)