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Mar. 6th, 2004 02:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kohakuWinter Morning
Las Vegas started as
a ranch in the desert
that's how it began
Refusing to fade
The sunlight never
looked brighter to me
I sip my tea
Refusing to fade
Suddenly I want
a horse
a ranch
a city to start.
Las Vegas started as
a ranch in the desert
that's how it began
Refusing to fade
The sunlight never
looked brighter to me
I sip my tea
Refusing to fade
Suddenly I want
a horse
a ranch
a city to start.
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Date: 2004-03-07 07:51 am (UTC)your poem has a nice rhythm and it's floating like the wind over the desert.
But it seams unfinished to me.
Perhaps that is the reason why I don't get a hang to it.
*hugs*
please keep writing and let your creativity take over :D
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Date: 2004-03-07 08:12 am (UTC)*huggles*
To me, it is fine the way it is. Sometimes that's what I want. Start a city. Sometimes I wish I was born a hundred years ago, like in that Garth Brooks' song.
:D
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Date: 2004-03-07 08:20 am (UTC)I'm not sure if I would like to exist hundred years ago :D
But on the other hand it would be very interesting *laugh*
for a short period of time :D