Captured
31 October, 2008
Author: LinzAy
You stand so tall there on the mountain.
With your flagpole buried deep into it's soil.
Your flag was beautiful...
It's now weathered and worn.
A storm has come and gone.
You make no effort to make your flag beautiful again.
But you still stand proud...without a care.
I care for this mountain very much.
...I think it deserves something beautiful.
Storm or not.
I could mend your flag.
Stitch up the ripped seams...
...Wash off the dirt.
I could make it beautiful again.
I really could...
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| everett (166.128.71.67) -- Monday, January 26 2009, 10:37 pm The is such an amazing poem, its beautiful! |
| LinzAy (72.188.222.181) -- Friday, January 30 2009, 03:52 am Thanks a lot :) When a back is turned towards my love I guess I get kind of pathetic. lol... |
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