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Why doest thou floating cloud taunt me?
Floating, floating on the breeze,
If not but what seems a finger tip away,
Yet not a grasp can I maret.
Does so the dove, cooing up on high,
Its bold feathers a flapping.
It too now taunts me,
I ponder: Why must this be so?
Till I could no longer endure,
A leave caressed into the wind, biding adu,
And fell back to earth,
It to forever shackled.
Why can we not too, fly?
O Why, O why?
- by Lionhearted Sam |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/07/2008 |
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- Title: The Unfortunate Reality
- Artist: Lionhearted Sam
- Description: We all share the dream of a limitless life; Unfortunately, we all are bound bye a strong shackle called Reality.
- Date: 11/07/2008
- Tags: reality
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Comments (2 Comments)
- tksunshine93 - 11/08/2008
- I love it!! There are a few spelling mistakes but that doesn't really matter because the sonnet itself is so powerful and beautiful!! Bravo!!
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- Lionhearted Sam - 11/07/2008
- Reality may get in our way, but for the pore soul in this poem, he accepts it. There is a certain balance to life, ignoring some rules, while still keeping yourself afloat in life.
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