Past, Present, Future, TimeA Poem by A Modern HippyCrying, a gentle sobbing, a soul locking away the grief of sudden passing, the world mocking the stage man has set. Laughing, a swift joy of the moment, sound spinning through the air of brief mirth, a face grinning at the script life has written. Sighing, an eloquent expression, broken breathing expels the thought of an Other, the mind seething with memories not yet had. Passing, an interminable ideal, an attempt at keeping a hold of the sand from the glass, the silent one reaping the harvest of the smitten.
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Added on October 8, 2014 Last Updated on October 8, 2014 AuthorA Modern HippyPerth, AustraliaAboutMessage me any setting+animal+object+ (optional) genre and I will write a short story using those elements. Also, any post with the title 'Character Concept', 'World Concept' or 'Story Concept' i.. more..Writing
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