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****************** Short New Poem By LonelyPoet.************************
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The Prisoner.
The Rain outside lashed with the fury of the Northern winds blowing,
Ah’ what wonderful sound I hear from the dungeon I sit,
The warmth of the land into the dungeon crept,
The smell of the fresh wet sand all around danced,
Thirst in the summer warmth with every blink of eyes clutched,
Oh’ then a drop of rain upon forehead fell,
The cool through every corner spread,
The stretched empty hands in thin air felt full,
One smile of her a blessing of this kind not even in dreams I saw,
I am stuck in the dungeon of my own self doubt,
Hearing the rain and to the wind listening.
Couldn’t even remember my password…it has been so long since I visited Xanga. But LP– rain lashing, smell dancing — obviously you’ve still got “It” and make a visit back more than worthwhile. Good stuff. Don’t ever stop!
@OoolahLah – Lah, thank you very much…Naa I will not stop.. the whole stop writing thing came because of Arthur making a complimentary remark. Anyway all is fine now.