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What do you think about this silly poem I wrote?
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<blockquote data-quote="manzo_ganzo" data-source="post: 1687705" data-attributes="member: 647256"><p>To An Emerald Leaf Floating On The Ocean</p><p></p><p>Your gentlest colours I used to lay my eyes upon,</p><p>The Wicklow mountains, the river and the old swan</p><p>Are now just memories that time has sweetly aged,</p><p>For the passing of time had all our passion drained. </p><p> </p><p>Pensive we used to walk among the fields of Carlow,</p><p>Sitting in silence on the edge of the little bridge, </p><p>Gaily in the company of the unfailing crow,</p><p>While the sun slowly sank beyond the ridge</p><p></p><p>I walked and pondered in the same field on my own, </p><p>on the passing of time, on all things by it outgrown; </p><p>How different were the first days from the last,</p><p>How identical your eyes, so different from the past.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="manzo_ganzo, post: 1687705, member: 647256"] To An Emerald Leaf Floating On The Ocean Your gentlest colours I used to lay my eyes upon, The Wicklow mountains, the river and the old swan Are now just memories that time has sweetly aged, For the passing of time had all our passion drained. Pensive we used to walk among the fields of Carlow, Sitting in silence on the edge of the little bridge, Gaily in the company of the unfailing crow, While the sun slowly sank beyond the ridge I walked and pondered in the same field on my own, on the passing of time, on all things by it outgrown; How different were the first days from the last, How identical your eyes, so different from the past. [/QUOTE]
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