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Half moon above my head
Bat flying at night
Birds flock in the sky
As the sun takes flight
Pen scratches on paper
The page is filled to burst
Black ink dries golden
The poems been versed
Words across the page
Emotions written in ink
Things of the heart
It’s what we think
The words paint a picture
Of gold and red mixed with blue
The sun sets as birds flock
And the bat flies ever so true
- by Edmund_Gallows |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/30/2009 |
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- Title: Writing
- Artist: Edmund_Gallows
- Description: I wrote this then submitted it to Literary Magazine at school. I don't know if it got in, which is weird since I work for it...
- Date: 03/30/2009
- Tags: writing
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Waffle Flavored Boxers - 07/02/2009
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This is very moving.
Love it.
I'm sure, if you put in alot of effort, this could get published.
I've gotten one of my poems published.
It's a very good feeling.
Good luck, hun.
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- dreamerlove8 - 03/30/2009
- it sounds really peaceful. xD
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