Monsoon Posted August 31, 2006 Share Posted August 31, 2006 I am ready. I feel a thousand paper cranes flutter at the movement of my hand. I see them take flight against a sky so blue that it clamours. One thousand paper cranes.... One... For each Day I have spent in Exile. Freedom from the prison of excuses I Have. Built. I will master the Seven Cuts. I will battle man's Ancient Enemy... which can only be Himself. And the apathy which he holds at once aloof and yet so close... I will force the image of the world from my eyes and view it gently, with the new eyes... the Soft, New Eyes which i have earned. Yet do not deserve. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yeawutever Posted September 1, 2006 Share Posted September 1, 2006 Great poem, reminds me of Greek mythology. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SkylinesTurnstiles Posted September 1, 2006 Share Posted September 1, 2006 Thats REALLY good Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnotherBrokenDoll Posted September 2, 2006 Share Posted September 2, 2006 I agree great poem, alot of inspiration Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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