Toned Down

Sep 26, 2004 22:21

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arlieth September 26 2004, 22:47:30 UTC
And the weeds grow in neglect,
while the edge of sand grows close,
individual grains once part of
a child's projected world. But
the day grows bitter, and the tide
draws near, and if the maker
of the castle is gone, how much longer
stays his footprints in the sand?

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omg moonlitcirce October 23 2004, 09:55:55 UTC
hehe, Lua- I hadn't seen this poem before.
=)
I like it a lot, especially since I was there. Oh- and I FINALLY received the damn publication to see the absence of our names.

How are you doing?
You looked so pretty on Thursday.
And that was a good drawing of the back of his head, hehe.
You are silly.

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Re: omg ashwyn October 23 2004, 22:01:25 UTC
Heehee Yes, the experience has been eternalized through writing. ;D And as for that publication, lets see if he lives up to putting our names in the next one and giving us some credit =P I think he will..(hope)
I'm alright, a bit depressed lately, I think, because of work, and school, and all the crap I have to do, I feel heavy and icky, but it was fun drawing the back of a poet's head, and I looked pretty? Bleh!! You looked very very beautiful yourself, I liked the sleeves of your shirt too ^_^
Hehe...I think it is about time to write some sand poems by the way , I feel very...inspired ^^

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