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[sid] => 121352
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Lost Pain
[time] => 2006-06-05 22:32:13
[hometext] => It is beautifully written poem written in postive trance impressed by Philosopher Goethe.
[bodytext] => Scars of the soul are: Lust, love and the one lost. In the panel of history and time, Future fate is defined. Withal my limp saint’s sighs Are rending the breast of skies. And moth is ready to burn alive! I am dying for my rhyme Lest meter should disperse And I get lost in my thirst. Wake up! Wake up! Dark is over Rain feeds a throng of weeds Barren field is followed by new wheat! Minutes of an hour, months of a year Are getting out of my train: a lost pain. A bald said in lay of his lane “Those I have lost become realities to my gain!” [comments] => 1 [counter] => 203 [topic] => 21 [informant] => toserious2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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