Tis Dawn ComingA Poem by GenMuffin7A poem about my biggest project.
Previous Version This is a previous version of Tis Dawn Coming. Tis dawn coming, a perilous flight, a perilous dream, a perilous night.
Golden memories coated with dust, Disappointment: three soulds crushed. Their lingering defeat; Knives to their throats. A tender line, he wrote they wrote.
Ascending expectations, dilligently fought, Battered and soaked in yesterdays thoughts. Make haste. Make haste. Make haste. But haste makes waste, or so we're told...
Tis dawn coming, till then, we write. © 2008 GenMuffin7Reviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 23, 2008 Last Updated on July 30, 2008 AuthorGenMuffin7Pleasanton, CAAbouthigh school junior. love to write, play all sports (esp soccer + football). more..Writing
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