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Red Lights Are Strung
Cross The Old Beams
The White Ones There
Are Too, It Seems.

Chances You See
The Light I Cross
And Times Are Gone
But It's Your Loss

I Lost It Once
The Times I Take
It Makes You Numb
The Lights I Break

Chances Can't See
The Times I Crossed
The Lights Are Gone
For They've Been Lost

Red Lights Are Dead
Down The Old Beams
The White Ones There
Are too, It Seems.
©2005-2010 ~DaBoLi
:icondaboli:

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A poem written on the first day of my new job sometimes this last December.

Every line has exactly 4 syllables, and the rhyme thing goes AB CB DE FE GH IH and so on, if that makes any sense to you... ;)

Its not my best...But its interesting. Perhaps you can tell me what it means?

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:iconxondria:
My interpetation is this: Life's encounters, both good and bad, have come and gone, some leaving a mark on one.
:iconxondria:
Very nicely written. Touching.
:iconcrookedsixpence:
That's so awesome, Lici. I *really* dig that. And I swear it's not because I was listening to Tori Amos as I read that. LOL ...though it would make a great Tori song. ...what? Well, it *would*!

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Updated 10/23/09: Yes, I'm still alive! But due to general busy-ness, I don't have much time to keep up with DA anymo'. You can still find me at skary.net and a zillion other social networking whatnots, though!
:icondaboli:
Thanks! *cuddles* I'll take that as a compliment ;)

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