![]() Nothing More.A Poem by Michael ThrowerThis lake; these lands I stand upon, Have and age - an epoch that can’t be known.
They bear ancient names; The only remnants of those here before.
I like to think that the ravens who come, Bear their wayward souls back to this land they
called home. But likely these are only ravens, And nothing more.
I like to think that every raindrop that falls here, Are their tears returning home - that they may weep
no more. But likely they are only raindrops, And nothing more.
I like to think that after I yield forth my last
breath, Then my spirit will join those ancient ones, In song to our beloved mountains. But likely that day, We shall all be dust, And nothing more.
© 2013 Michael ThrowerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Michael ThrowerAzeroth, GAAbout22 years old and a student at a community college. For now. I love reading and writing fantasy and fiction. I'm hoping that by using this site, I'll learn to become a better author and reader. If you .. more..Writing
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