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|A Lament (standard:poetry, 122 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Sep 20 2008||Views/Reads: 1427/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
Soft the music of the lute played by a tongue less wonder. A lament heard from afar strummed on spider webs for our brief descent. The ageless trees seem posed to catch the returning footfalls of some vanished love. Yet, like fleeting melodies that drift upon the wind, that which once is gone never comes again. Janus like, you strive in vain to hold the reigns of time. Plaything of the gods. Poor puppet, puppet. You clench your fist around the wind, but the wind moves on. Stare into some ancient mirror. How many have? How many gone? Once, full breathing life, they cast their shadows on the ground, laughing with their friends as this wheel turned round. Where are they now? Tweet
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