High on a graveyard hill
Shadow and sunset,
Peace of the sleeping will,
Peace comes at last.
Rain breathes a half-heard sigh,
Waits, doesn't fall yet.
Resting, the dead ones lie.
Life comes too fast.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
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I really like this the say it is, but since im supposed to comment ehem... i think you should make it into a haiku... or make a haiku like it.. or something lol.. it just has haiku potentiality...is that a word? *sounds better than potential...*
p.s. Glogoud!...
*way
It could be. But it seriously took me hours to pare it down to the words it is. I don't know if I'd want to try to make it shorter still. Ridding myself of unnecessary words is still a battle for me.
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