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[Writing] Broken Soul
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#1 • Jul 17, 2007
    • Broken Soul
    by JAP

    Under the ray of moon
    Stood a lovely maiden
    She's waiting for doom
    Inside the deep silence

    She knows everything
    Yet she lost everything
    Her hair was purely cleaned
    Yet her eyes were stained

    She saw everything
    On water of the pond near her
    She cut everything
    That has a bond with her

    Under the shine of moon
    She weeps and cries
    Letting icy drops
    Melted on her dress

    Under the sight of moon
    She lied on the ground
    She's waiting for doom
    To purify her soul

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    This one is pretty much one year old... >_> But this might be the best poem I ever wrote (I've been absent from writing poem for 1 year, this is my latest piece).
    « Last Edit: May 25, 2015, 10:13:56 AM by boe »
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    #2 • Jul 17, 2007
    • It's very good! Visualizations = awesome, I painted a pretty blue picture in my head, nice work!
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    #3 • Jul 19, 2007
    • Thank you, Arrow-san. *bows*
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    #4 • Jul 20, 2007
    • I likes. Like arrow said, it paints a wonderful picture in my mind but my picture is not so blue but more of a dark, dark night with the moonshine's silver glow falling upon the lovely maiden.
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