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It is born from the work of a forgotten moment.
While lost in the fabrics of thought and time.
As our mind plays across its delicate lines,
They began to cross with reality intwined;
unwatched, and unwind.
To be born again
in its woven mind.
- Title: Midnight Riddle
- Artist: trendton
- Description: A previos day's demands can leave us with hinderers destractions, but the destractrion we face at night are not easily forgotten, but shown through our lives demistrated actions. and the riddle submits to creation.
- Date: 07/17/2009
- Tags: midnight riddle
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Comments (2 Comments)
- XD_The_New_Girl_XD - 08/16/2009
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I find this poem very intersting I love your work
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- trendton - 07/17/2009
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The mind,
the thought,
the souls reaction.
A riddle beond satisfaction.
but to satisfies one souls demands;
First rest is neaded,
a dream at hand. - Report As Spam