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The Creatures of my demise are the creatures I despise

Coward souls looking for voices

Buds blooming without choices

Am I to blame?

The water and sun will come without worship

The inevitable occurs and they know it

What will happen once their pretty season is over?

Fall will come and their bushes will crumble

Am I to blame?

One who brought light and nourishment

It is only natural to nurture

Saddened by nature is existence

Those that die will live again

Ones that prevail will pay witness to the mother

She will carry on to another

Forgetting the forgottenĀ 

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<Deleted User> (13762)

Mon 17th Oct 2016 09:03

ooh I really like the first two thirds of this Ari - it temptingly verges on a fight-through-a-darkened-bramble-filled-forest gothic feel - almost akin to a Tim Burton movie or fairy tale - but somehow it loses impetus towards the end when it should be bursting out of that forest into an open glade of bright sunlight.

Of course I might be talking nonsense! Thanks for posting.

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