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Ever noticed something out of place?
The answer is right in front of your face.
Upon the years, the pages flip,
Wedged between was a little slip,
Block away by a gentle gale,
Towards the sea where it will sail.
Upon the water, the slip floats,
Between the many paper boats,
And then, soon they will all decay,
Leaving they slip to sail away.
Upon the time, the slip still fresh,
Long forgotten by those in flesh,
Preserved today, it will not rot,
No fading on the blacken jot.
Upon the slip, there are few lines,
Writing which looks like those wild vines,
"Long as there is hope out there,
This will go on and never wear."
The answer is right in front of your face.
The Slip (08/09/2006)
Upon the years, the pages flip,
Wedged between was a little slip,
Block away by a gentle gale,
Towards the sea where it will sail.
Upon the water, the slip floats,
Between the many paper boats,
And then, soon they will all decay,
Leaving they slip to sail away.
Upon the time, the slip still fresh,
Long forgotten by those in flesh,
Preserved today, it will not rot,
No fading on the blacken jot.
Upon the slip, there are few lines,
Writing which looks like those wild vines,
"Long as there is hope out there,
This will go on and never wear."
About the poem: This poem is dark though in a positive way, I guess. Melancholic in a way. I do not really believe in hope, though hope is the only thing which keeps us living. We hope for a better future and therefore, we are living. Hope is only a feeling... of expectation.
About the intro: There is something in this blog of poetry that I have been leaving since the first entry. It is hidden messages, two in fact. Have fun.
About the intro: There is something in this blog of poetry that I have been leaving since the first entry. It is hidden messages, two in fact. Have fun.
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