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Just Another Escapist

My snow is grey and never white

It glows and slowly drifts from sight

I watch it fall and breathe the scent

And never wondered where it went

My fog is thin and never fills

It floats and swirls where e'er it wills

I watch the clouds and trace the streams

And never wondered what it means

My fire burns without a flame

An ember jewel without acclaim

I watch it gleam and slowly die

And never, ever wondered why

Encamped within these atmospheres

Where trees are time, the forest, years

I asked - my past would not allow

If never then, I wonder now


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Seems it's 'time' for a change. I feel it even now. I picked up on a lot of lethargy and not caring in this piece, but it seems that maybe something is stirring at the end.

  • #1158 Posted 5 years ago
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A Gypsy Heart

A Gypsy Heart

I hear an unsettled feeling in this piece. An almost anxious frustration. The rhythm is nice and has great flow

  • #2159 Posted 4 years ago
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