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Thread Review for Broken Paradise (newest post first)
Glacialis Posted on 2:03 pm on July 11, 2001
Me 2. *sigh*
 
Amor Fati Posted on 1:52 pm on July 11, 2001
Me miss Buzz

(Edited by Amor Fati at 1:54 pm on July 11, 2001)
 
Glacialis Posted on 1:45 pm on July 11, 2001
Beautiful. Those images are so familiar...

There's one poem of mine, on the next topic page in 'Arts', called 'My snow princess', also, there's a writing called 'Paper hearts' by Girl Fly. I recommend heartily that you read them.
 
Amor Fati Posted on 1:44 pm on July 11, 2001
I really like this. It's the first thing I was able to read in Arts for a while, I am still too tired to get into prose. But I liked this a lot. The way it flows...
 
CardsForSorrow Posted on 2:42 am on July 11, 2001
I have a secret garden
To which I oft retire
I hid there as a child
From risk of rain and fire
The apple trees have boughs
That welcome and invite
The Sun permits no darkness
So my world is none but light
My friends each of the animals
And each one I hold dear
For when I call upon them
I kow that they are near
My childhood songs I sing
As I play among the flowers
In the knowledge I am guarded
By the greater Powers
My garden is protected
From every kind of pain
Or at least it once was
But cannot be again
For one time I was careless
Left the gate too wide
Allowed a perfect stranger
To find his way inside
But in truth, his garden
I never called my own
To another it was given
To another it was home
And yet in pain he caused me
He was not to blame
The fault indeed was mine
Because I held the flame
I caused my world to crumble
I caused my Sun to die
I caused the end of paradise
I caused myself to cry
And now as I sit here
And around my garden gaze
Among the ruin and rubble
I think of better days
Days of endless sunshine
The days of carefree song
Days of ignorant happiness
For these days I long
And still I see my stranger
From amidst the rain
I never knew his garden
Nor will I do again
 

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