BoredomA Poem by Aianarie (INACTIVE)Dull reality, twisted fate Lost fantasy, a dream yet to find Shattered inspiration, seconds to late 'Tis a woe to be of my kind.
Always wanting a painted canvas Never empty, blank, or blurred with time Perfection is an artist's weakness, But clarity is mine.
I hope for rolling hills and azure skies Crystalline waters and mysterious trees To look through his simple eyes And see just how he sees.
Falling stars and silver moonlight; This is what I see within me Whispering wind and the sun so bright Oh Heaven, hear my plea!
Enlighten me, show me the way Guide me to that luminous creek Of inspiration; which I lost that day... When I didn't know for what I should seek. © 2011 Aianarie (INACTIVE)Author's Note
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16 Reviews Added on November 19, 2011 Last Updated on November 19, 2011 AuthorAianarie (INACTIVE)Eugene, ORAbout**IMPORTANT: This account is inactive. To keep up with me, A.M. Wied, follow me at the Facebook link below! Thank you for your support!** Hello~! My name is Ashley and I am a great many things, .. more..Writing
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