Confused Poet - 3

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By Anthony Cardon •

"Shores" The shores churn like hell And burn under bushes. Listening to them Rings through memories. Shouts of children's cries Echo like spirits. Watch the sun fall And they fall as well. Sing a short lullaby under the moonlight sky It ain't coming back. It ain't coming back. A girl washes away. A rabbit jumps from the moon And everything is silent at last. Goodbye, I whisper, to those magical times. I'm a part of this. Lotus leaves float And I'm on top. I look down at emptiness. And music floats through sounds As my heart jumps From the nostalgic Feelings.

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June 27, 2008 03:59User

I feel so much like a child again reading this. As though I am once again the sad, lonely little kid I was. Wish I have a chance to live those days again. Love this!!!