Post by Fleetwolf on Aug 11, 2009 14:25:06 GMT -5
I wrote this when I was 12... so yeah. It doesn't really have a name, so suggestions are welcome. Here goes:
Shrouded by silence,
So perfectly still,
Sitting and staring,
At the tattered old mill.
Useless and lost,
Yet so picturesque,
Like too many papers,
On a dusty old desk.
Abandoned and broken,
Forgotten yet free,
Somehow all seen,
By no one but me.
The world may be dying,
So plundered and gone,
But in in dreamers' eyes,
Life can still spawn.
So break free from fences,
Be loose from chains,
Held down by nothing,
On wings like a crane's.
Dance in the wind,
Sing in the storm,
But do not be stopped,
If your heart is torn.
Rise higher and stronger,
Fly faster and free,
And maybe someday,
You will understand me.
Shrouded by silence,
So perfectly still,
Sitting and staring,
At the tattered old mill.
Useless and lost,
Yet so picturesque,
Like too many papers,
On a dusty old desk.
Abandoned and broken,
Forgotten yet free,
Somehow all seen,
By no one but me.
The world may be dying,
So plundered and gone,
But in in dreamers' eyes,
Life can still spawn.
So break free from fences,
Be loose from chains,
Held down by nothing,
On wings like a crane's.
Dance in the wind,
Sing in the storm,
But do not be stopped,
If your heart is torn.
Rise higher and stronger,
Fly faster and free,
And maybe someday,
You will understand me.
