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Array ( [sid] => 79889 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => In life I beseech [time] => 2005-01-14 16:42:41 [hometext] => Midmost of all [bodytext] => Gone the legend of love
That fades upon tranquility
Of constant river that goes
Slowly with humanity grief

Vanished the passionate monster
Of joy to fright night loner,
When twinkling sunrays hover,
Among shadows of melancholy,
Appears jointly as grey cluster,
Tastes not sweet nor withered,
Nor fresh as a misty leave,
But gentle mind with moderate,
Approach, to life and unsolved mystery,

Died the insolent mentality
As in reality, it came to discern,
Whom faulty facts came to burn,
In lasting orbit of timeless life,
Neither it relishes simple mirth,
Or perishes the motion of earth.

Lingers a burden on one shoulder,
While the other slightly ignore,
Snugging,, needless to be a soldier,
Another face collapses after resisting,
An inner fight of factious holders,
Of endless burden, how come it be!

I see sunrays smoothing,
Always glittering on my face,
Not promising to stay,
For I am who's expected to leave,
When my time comes,
I see moonlit sky when I look
For quite nights, if I'm alone, so mesmeric,
In life I beseech a midmost of all,
Not fresh green misty leave,
Nor eternal exquisite relic.

[comments] => 1 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Amal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
In life I beseech

Contributed by Amal on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 04:42:41 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Gone the legend of love
That fades upon tranquility
Of constant river that goes
Slowly with humanity grief

Vanished the passionate monster
Of joy to fright night loner,
When twinkling sunrays hover,
Among shadows of melancholy,
Appears jointly as grey cluster,
Tastes not sweet nor withered,
Nor fresh as a misty leave,
But gentle mind with moderate,
Approach, to life and unsolved mystery,

Died the insolent mentality
As in reality, it came to discern,
Whom faulty facts came to burn,
In lasting orbit of timeless life,
Neither it relishes simple mirth,
Or perishes the motion of earth.

Lingers a burden on one shoulder,
While the other slightly ignore,
Snugging,, needless to be a soldier,
Another face collapses after resisting,
An inner fight of factious holders,
Of endless burden, how come it be!

I see sunrays smoothing,
Always glittering on my face,
Not promising to stay,
For I am who's expected to leave,
When my time comes,
I see moonlit sky when I look
For quite nights, if I'm alone, so mesmeric,
In life I beseech a midmost of all,
Not fresh green misty leave,
Nor eternal exquisite relic.





Copyright © Amal ... [ 2005-01-14 16:42:41]
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Re: In life I beseech (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 15th January 2005 @ 03:41:24 PM AEST
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Deep write. I like it.




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