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Poetry News Post #1368

A poem for the graces

Written by: Acorn Kuniko, Ward of the Oak
Date: Wednesday, March 5th, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone


I never really understood
That you had come to me.
Though, everyone time I looked at you,
I tried my best to see.

I saw all the lonliness
That lived inside your mind,
And I saw all the bitterness,
That no one else could find.

The rain is falling harder now...
And you are still alone...
I realize it is my fault,
As I sit here in my home.

This thing called life's a funny thing..
That no one understands
I will promise to do my best.
WIth this tiny, golden band.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Miraman, in the year 329 AF.


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Poetry News Post #1368

A poem for the graces

Written by: Acorn Kuniko, Ward of the Oak
Date: Wednesday, March 5th, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone


I never really understood
That you had come to me.
Though, everyone time I looked at you,
I tried my best to see.

I saw all the lonliness
That lived inside your mind,
And I saw all the bitterness,
That no one else could find.

The rain is falling harder now...
And you are still alone...
I realize it is my fault,
As I sit here in my home.

This thing called life's a funny thing..
That no one understands
I will promise to do my best.
WIth this tiny, golden band.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Miraman, in the year 329 AF.


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