The loss...

by OrGaNiZeD cHaOs   Dec 25, 2006


The evening breeze had cauzed this drift,
Unintentionally was made a rift,
As though the settling ball of fire had burnt Canace's wing,
And thus itz untamed anger hath cauzed the suffering!

Flew along with it, velvets of a fine rose,
Plucked; they were, so pain; the suffering bore!
Bathed in orange-purple hue,
Far away the little one flew.
With dawn settled the morning dew.
Litle tears were those,
About which nobody knew!

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  • 16 years ago

    by Ian Robert

    Sweet

  • 17 years ago

    by Ian Robert

    Nice peice, thanks for the comment on mine.

    One note tho to keep up nice clean professional looking work, keep the breif out, like (lol, rofl, tho, we'z, and stuff)

  • 17 years ago

    by Dhantie

    Thats a Strong poem I like it 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Semmie

    This is beautifully written it is like a poem that we would analyse in english literature nice job