Forlorn Reverie

Through hallowed halls
the girl's notebooks
crushed to her
chest in treasure,
that which harbors
all who dream
leaks lost sorrow
on polished floors
as children slip
in their wake
and still they
try not to
see her always
daring to touch
never grasping 
a thing. 

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• #3 Comment from moonhillwitch 
  9/27/04 10:34 AM | Permalink

  ((((((((((((Poet)))))))))))  Awesomely done as usual.  :o)   ~Moonie
• #2 Comment from angeleyez1970 
  9/22/04 5:40 PM | Permalink

  Great Poem! Sometimes i feel like this girl!
  Hugs,
  ~Angel
  http://journals.aol.com/angeleyez1970/TheSimplePleasuresOfLife/
• #1 Comment from indigosunmoon 
  9/21/04 8:23 PM | Permalink

  Bravo!!!!!