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Array ( [sid] => 132362 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Melancholy Drive [time] => 2007-03-04 12:06:25 [hometext] => ...there's something interesting about the concept of a Melancholy Drive... [bodytext] => I’ll always remember that place
On Melancholy Drive,
With the beautiful crows dancing
On the roof, like little children.

Its shingles rained down
Every once in a while,
Trimming overgrown bushes,
And making beautiful clouds of grey
In the summer.

An old man stopped by
And placed a single white rose
On the doorstep of the house
On Melancholy Drive.

I asked him why he mourned
At such an honest, black beauty.
He never answered, and simply sighed
And walked away
From his beautiful, black house
On Melancholy Drive. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 44 [informant] => thexshattered [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )

Melancholy Drive

Contributed by thexshattered on Sunday, 4th March 2007 @ 12:06:25 PM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic

I’ll always remember that place
On Melancholy Drive,
With the beautiful crows dancing
On the roof, like little children.

Its shingles rained down
Every once in a while,
Trimming overgrown bushes,
And making beautiful clouds of grey
In the summer.

An old man stopped by
And placed a single white rose
On the doorstep of the house
On Melancholy Drive.

I asked him why he mourned
At such an honest, black beauty.
He never answered, and simply sighed
And walked away
From his beautiful, black house
On Melancholy Drive.

Copyright Â© thexshattered ... [ 2007-03-04 12:06:25]
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Re: Melancholy Drive (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Sunday, 4th March 2007 @ 12:54:41 PM AEST
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This gave me chills, in a good way of course. I felt this so deeply. Vivid details and images you brought into this.

Michelle

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