Raylen Posted March 15, 2010 Report Share Posted March 15, 2010 After failing to come up with good ideas in epic poetry. I've tried moving onto sonnets... The time has almost come, for a year to pass.In such a short time, people come and go.I loved you all - but once alas.I head for else - where the wind might blow.I may find interest, I may find peace.Like a lark, the way I take to the skies.However, I rejoice in caprice.That's the way I fly - to improvise.I understand, that it is not my place.I understand, the little I've made.Like the proverbial rock* - without a trace.One may try - one may hate.One and all to lead a crusade.Yet it has not been a year - not three hundred sixty-five days. * proverbial rock = a proverb relating to "rolling stone gathers no moss". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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