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Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Surviving, Mar 21, 2008.

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  1. Surviving

    Surviving Well-Known Member

    The morning dew
    glistens
    in the rising sun.
    It is, after all
    the component that
    gives life...
    nourishment,
    a drink of hope.
    It is, after all,
    just water.

    But as the sun beats
    down,
    the hope, the
    nourishment
    dwindles...
    till nothing is there.
    Like
    my soul.

    God I hope it rains soon...
     
  2. carol2237

    carol2237 Guest

    *huggles* that was a really wonderful poem hun. I can see myself in it.

    Caroline
     
  3. Surviving

    Surviving Well-Known Member

    Thanks, am glad you liked it :smile:
     
  4. God I love that last line...

    (wishing it for you...)
     
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