Walking down the riverA Poem by R.A. Youngblood
I was writing this about 5 hours(one hour each day).... please just criticize a little bit! Thanks.. (:
Walking down the river.
A restless, nervous walk
on the lonely path.
My thoughts are sleeping peacefully
on the leaden clouds.
I look, but i don't see.
Silver mist is rolling down
from the twilight of lost hopes.
I listen, but i can't hear.
Silence is resounding dully,
in this foggy night.
Moon jumps on the sky,
illuminating my path,
neither silver nor yellow.
Monotonous shadows are swimming down the river,
yellow river among the bare branches.
Proud poplar is whispering about life,
like it's alone in the middle of universe.
A lie lives in the heart of my word,
Only silence can heal my pain.
I'm forgetting all my problems,
i close my eyes and see nothing,
just nothing at all.
© 2012 R.A. Youngblood
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Last Updated on May 19, 2012
AboutMy name is Roberta Anic.. I'm from Croatia, so english is my second language and i'm pretty good at it. I've got long, deep brown hair, black eyes. And I'm STRAIGHT, don't ask me that silly question.. more..
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