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A Poem by Maxwell M.
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a certain band i'm sure had something to do with this.

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I, saw the white cold of Alaska.

Saw those rivers of pale blue.

This was monumental, inspiration worth searching for.

Read, those high skylines of mountain tops,

Dreamnt of peace among those peaks.

Green hills, read like a photograph,

One need not know where to travel.

This is place of deprevation, search for soul in the peace.

But will, will you know where you place in life?

Know that these hopes will stay at the back of the heart.

Where naught but a whisper could dream to travel.

 

© 2008 Maxwell M.


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Added on September 18, 2008
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Maxwell M.
Maxwell M.

North Aurora, IL



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Well it's been a while. I had found that writing on the computer was making my writing feel a bit..strained. So I'll be doing some experimenting with both pen and paper and this wonderful iMac. Let's .. more..

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