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In the depths of dark night.
Dwells the window of lost sight.
Beyond it blows the wind of change.
And all the world is within its range.
Below that rests those its carried.
Countless generations to which its ferried.
You'll find this land, within a warped hand,
surrounded by sand, and forever unmanned.
Troves of treasure, mountains of junk.
All seekers thusfar have found themselves sunk.
A place locked within the soul-whispering sound.
Some things are forever destined to be unfound.
- by Corgan of the Seven Winds |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/29/2009 |
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- Title: A Window to the Past
- Artist: Corgan of the Seven Winds
- Description: A little something I wrote as I stood in line for the book buy-back at the college.
- Date: 05/29/2009
- Tags: window past
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Sarahphrina - 07/21/2009
- Interesting. It has a very nice imagery that is being created and I like how you have done that without the rhyming or syllables interrupting it. A nice beat to it as well I might add. I like it XD
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