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Floating through the thickets of smoke

Her hair swinged to and fro.

The slender fingers searched

For a strong hand to take them in.

She could not see

Nor could she breath.

Life was coming to an end

But still not a hand to behold.

She began to fall

Down into the bottomless hole of lost soals.

Where she'll be all alone

Forever till the end of time.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We know we came into this world searching for somthing but many of us end our lives not finding what we were searching for. Valentine is coming near and still no one to spend with, this is a poem that expresses my deepest sorrows towards the Love filled day.

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©28 January 2002 - 8:38am — angelcrane
2 August 2002 - 2:05am — fallenangel78
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i remember that feeling.. lonlieness.. damn.. today is a lonly day.. i need to go lay down.. lol... i ..nvm.. but this ia a great poem... i know how it is

6 April 2002 - 1:51pm — onelilartist
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I again must say that I think we ALL feel the same things unless something is abnormal in our make-ups. I too felt this nearing Valentine's Day. See, "Here is My Heart" done in jest for my students but written straight from my soul. Don't you think that writing it all out on paper or typing to screen alleviates the pain somewhat? I really enjoy reading your work.
Jessica