In third person. Earlier they were just children.
Blessed age three cost them father. Drudgery,
Mother went through. At the age of five started
Talking to fire, they grew to seven, falling log
To everything village, everything not so snobbish.
They came of age, early knowing their God well,
Too well, resting their will and soul in seas divine.
Seas, not so divine by the age sixteen, void.
Censorship of shame. Back to God, more God,
Leaving him once more, losing in the closures of
Decade second. Chanceloring their own fortunes till
Day present. Not to forget, they outbreed themselves
In themselves in tens of charms. Them, you, me?
In third person
© Copyright: Fern, 2003
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Not bad at all! Probable misprint "loosing", did you mean losing or loosening?
Clittary Hilton 26.10.2003 18:47 • Заявить о нарушении
Clittary Hilton 26.10.2003 18:47 • Заявить о нарушении
Yep, always misspell something in a hurry. Another goal to reach: to start checking poems thoroughly prior letting others see them. Thanks. Easy reading this time, ugh? ;)))
Fern 26.10.2003 18:55 Заявить о нарушении
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