| View Blog
|
|
|
|
|
The rain taps to the ground, i'm listening to the gentle sound,hoping to be born and found,making my way heaven bound,staying distant from a chasing hound,or being knocked down like a boxing round. Lets all take a seat,shake hands admit defeat,grow our souls as grazing wheat,stay away from argumental heat,remain upbeat, while dancing along with our clubbing feet,now head towards your challenging goals and just listen as, THE BELL TOLLS.
|
|
Posted by natureboy on 2008-07-03 16:40:00 | Rating: | Views: 61
|
|
| |
|
|
| Blog Comments
|
|
|
|
|
I don't know what it is about this poem but I absolutley love it!!!
|
|
Posted by Lost358
on 2008-07-03 11:44:32
|
|
|
|
|
I know what i love about it, how you write something that's beautiful, yet so simple, and make one just sit back and realise they need to keep going. Great poem hun!
|
|
Posted by pixierose
on 2008-07-03 21:00:29
|
|
|
|
|
I loved this...i think its one of ur best :)
|
|
Posted by angelwings
on 2008-07-04 08:45:06
|
|
|
|
|
|
Email This to a Friend 
