tmp0620 Posted March 28, 2006 Share Posted March 28, 2006 I’m not sure where my road is leading Maybe the land of memories fleeting Far from society’s slave drums’ beating And from war and ceaseless weeping Away from reality and into a dream Away from the winter and into a spring Where beautiful people do beautiful things And angels fly with platinum wings But I’m not sure where my road is going I don’t know which way the wind is blowing Don’t know which way the river is flowing In this world there is no way of knowing . . . . . . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yeawutever Posted April 4, 2006 Share Posted April 4, 2006 Nice poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Interesting!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ShySoul Posted April 5, 2006 Share Posted April 5, 2006 Half the fun is getting there. As I've come to learn, its the journey, not the destination. And no matter who tries to stop you, slow you down or hold you back, keep going ahead and do what you know will get you there in the end. No one can keep you down. That was great work. Please, share more with us. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StrangeFellow Posted April 11, 2006 Share Posted April 11, 2006 Very interesting, I especially like the rhythm you used, keep up the great writing! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Daddy Bear Posted April 14, 2006 Share Posted April 14, 2006 good use of the 'return' device in the road metaphor. me likes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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