Endless flowing flusters...
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This is a thread... Once again.. My little attempt to link the 'spirits' of Dead Poets up.... In the short lines which might follow... The next person to continue on the previous contents... With a minimum of 1 line and a maximum of 3...
Hope this would end up a lasting thread contributed by all 'spirits'....
"Water, water, endless flusters trapped within our souls...
As our hands would touch, our eyes would see, our minds just wondering..." -
wondering like children lost in the maze of reality.
Where are the children in us? -
really difficult you know, you should give something simpler.
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is it wondering or wandering?Originally posted by DeadPoet:wondering like children lost in the maze of reality.
Where are the children in us? -
can be bothOriginally posted by SingaporeMacross:is it wondering or wandering? -
faded photosOriginally posted by DeadPoet:wondering like children lost in the maze of reality.
Where are the children in us?
in forgotten albums
on dusty shelves -
In a house, in the study, an old lady laments.Originally posted by dsnake1:faded photos
in forgotten albums
on dusty shelves
"They are grown, they are married, they are gone." -
She sits in an old rocking chair of unseasoned oak;Originally posted by SingaporeMacross:In a house, in the study, an old lady laments.
"They are grown, they are married, they are gone."
A persisting memory of the shadows of times past. -
sometimes she smiles to herself, the images came back fleeting but clear,Originally posted by fudgester:She sits in an old rocking chair of unseasoned oak;
A persisting memory of the shadows of times past.
she clutches the visions in her heart, afraid her memory would not last. -
Through days and nights, her children passed by...Originally posted by dsnake1:sometimes she smiles to herself, the images came back fleeting but clear,
she clutches the visions in her heart, afraid her memory would not last.
All but empty laughs... -
empty halls, empty corridors,Originally posted by Devil1976:Through days and nights, her children passed by...
All but empty laughs...
noises faintly from the past -
Her reminiscence is interrupted by a loud bang,Originally posted by dsnake1:empty halls, empty corridors,
noises faintly from the past
and night falls quickly. -
the storm, broodingly brewing, lost its temper,Originally posted by SingaporeMacross:Her reminiscence is interrupted by a loud bang,
and night falls quickly.
lashing the world below with rain, lightning & thunder..