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The Window

Scattered like sand as they grew sizably,
Painted walls of colours not only gold,
These giant cubicles are intertwined with nature,
Counting them all would be a futile effort.

Soft winds were ever present in this mutated valley,
Gargantuan cranes were visible over the horizon,
Churning cement was the smell of the morning,
Tankers and trucks moaned as they struggled with the weight.

Diminished was the sun as the lone moon rose,
A sparkle of unnatural light blanketed the valley,
A myriad of red, blue, yellow and green,
Neon tubes were the culprits behind this colourful sight.

As I gaze to the left and tilt to the right,
Gripping the black rods that prevented my falling,
This is the view that has always been,
A reality that has imprisoned, my life within.
©2005-2009 ~auraofdamnation
:iconauraofdamnation:

Author's Comments

Welcome sirs/readers/ladies, this piece, was written as I was working out on my home balcony. It is pretty simple and easy to understand, enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. The picture and credit goes to [link]

Anyways, take care, and thank you for reading this.

Do have a nice day.

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:iconfaded--soul:
ooh.. the ending is intense.. i love it, well done on this entire thing :love:

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*hugz and kissez*
[.faded.soul.] Rayna
:blackrose:
".tease.me.more.please."
:iconauraofdamnation:
Ms,

Oh thank you...actually, I was standing on a chair ON the balcony, so people must have thought that I was crazy or something while lifting weights...it was pretty high up...:D

Do have a nice day.
:icongayahuaniel:
Faved it.

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Uuma quena en'mani lle ume (ri'mani lle umaya). (Uma ta ar'lava ta quena ten'irste'.)


Don't talk about what you have done (or what you are going to do). (Do it and let it speak for itself.)
:iconregeneratingzombies:
goood1

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as.kumar@yahoo.com
:iconauraofdamnation:
Lady Gaya,

I must "fave" you too ! :D

Do have a nice day.
:iconauraofdamnation:
Sir,

Thanks for dropping by, how is life? :)

Do have a nice day.
:iconchronus:
You hadn't submitted anything in a while, glad to see another poem from you.

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People rarely make use of the freedom they have, for example, freedom of thought, instead they demand freedom of speech as compensation.
Soren Kierkegaard "The Journals" Translated by Clancy Martin
:iconsoulswipe:
Very coll aura, good job

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Burn Your Flags
:icondisguisedagenda:
another great poem! I love your way of writing :) It kind of feels like some of the stuff I write, I just use a different structure :P Excellent job none the less :)

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Some people are a lot like Slinkies - They're not really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.

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