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Flowing in the moonlight air,
Tatters in her aburn hair,
On her shoulders low and fair,
At nightfall in the Forest.
Spinning on the dewey ground,
Twirling on- round and round
All the leaves do her surround,
At midnight in the Forest.
Waiting for the day to come,
Staring at the rising sun,
'Til all the creatures' sleep is done,
At dawn in the Forest.
All the silence of night is torn,
Wake up! Wake up! says the morn,
She twirls again- the night forlorn,
At daybreak in the Forest.
Walking back the flowers bloom,
Along the path will she resume,
London in the afternoon,
Lunchtime near Forest.
Walking through the crowded street,
The clopping of the horses feet,
Echos in the summer's heat,
An evening in the Town.
Adjacent the street lies her haven,
Upon it sits a quiet raven,
The grass around neatly shaven,
A house in the Town.
By her bed a silent prayer,
She sleeps and dreams unaware,
Dreaming of the forest there,
A dream of the Forest.
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- Title: A Forest Dream
- Artist: Your Reincarnation
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Description:
I became extremely annoyed with how much depression literature was in the writing arena. So I wrote a poem about a forest near London in 1850. It is not a sad poem, but a simple, calm one.
:D - Date: 02/28/2009
- Tags: forest dream london town summer
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Comments (2 Comments)
- sweetgirl101209 - 06/06/2009
- this is an amazing poem,definitly keep writing!!! 5/5
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- Golden Mystique - 02/28/2009
- aww, that was moving. nice job, do you think you could take a look at mine? i would really apprecitate it ^^ mine is at http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/poetry-and-lyrics/vote/?entry_id=101159123#title
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