She was the star whose light he had been searching for . . . thepleasantsimpleguy
Tag: poem
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Bright light split through the chasmHe felt her and yearned to gaze upon herWith a great cry he fell below howeverIn darkness he was silenced foreverthepleasantsimpleguy
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All cruelties he managed to endureWhen what he save was taken awayTo the edge, he could not hold on to anymoreAlas! During the fall all he could do was praythepleasantsimpleguy
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A fire was lit among the treesQuickly it spread riding his spineHe held on to the ledge and let himself burnBut a part of himself he did not let turnthepleasantsimpleguy
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Yet the peaceful spirit they could not breakThe magnanimous heart they could not takeWith three hundred trees on his backHe leapt forward away through the gapthepleasantsimpleguy
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His mind was scraped and thoughts distilledThey collected his words with passion and thrillWith deception thereof, all was renderedA spurious tale then they tenderedthepleasantsimpleguy
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Three hundred trees were carefully plantedMischievous were their roots, and their trunks were slanted thepleasantsimpleguy
