fantasy, by patty
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What is this place i seem to find, always there pulling
at my mind.
Mystic visions that highly glow, scattered pictures
of a one-man show.
Searches of others that cannot be found, echoes of
voices that never were shared.
raise up! raise up! can you not see!
this my friend is another fantasy.
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| Posted: 2011-01-01 11:21:53 UTC |
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| 2011-02-16 03:47:02 | patty |
| could someone please read , i need thoughts from readers to help me continue
thanx |
| 2012-06-20 18:40:41 | stsorrowscribe |
| A little expandable but otherwise great |
| 2014-02-10 05:40:18 | pat |
| I really like this. I feel like you had great flow up until the last line. Fantasy is kind of a hard word to incorporate, but regardless, I think you did a great job. |