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Blue Mountains to the north of the walls,
White River winding about them;
Here we must make seperation.
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.
Mind like a Floating cloud,
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintance
Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance.
Our horses neigh to each other as we are departing.
- by dark fierce link |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/16/2008 |
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- Title: Taking Leave of a Friend
- Artist: dark fierce link
- Description: Im bored so i wrote this poem
- Date: 12/16/2008
- Tags: taking leave friend
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