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Sep 27, 2009
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Other World
I opened my eyes
to the next world,
finding it foreign
A twist to the curl
The sky was pink
as I had dreamed,
but everything wasn't
as it might seem
The grass was white
and waving fast,
trees were orange
and trunks are vast
The sun was purple
and flames flew off,
I could see them clearly
but some may scoff
A group of people
all colored the same,
rainbows of skin
with nothing to shame
Singing with voices
the angels adore,
as they hang over clouds
in their need to hear more
And off to the right
I see the moons,
forty of them
eclipsed to zoom
I close my eyes
overwhelmed indeed,
waiting for angels
to sing the next lead
— Seren, Sep 27, 2009
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lyz
16 years 8 months ago
Hello, Hello, Hello
Seren
16 years 8 months ago
Dear Lyz
Orphani
16 years 8 months ago
Somehow I cant imagine Lyz
Seren
16 years 8 months ago
Dear Barry
hugo la rosa
16 years 8 months ago
Dear Seren:
Seren
16 years 8 months ago
Dear Hugo
greeneyes
16 years 8 months ago
beautiful
Seren
16 years 8 months ago
Dear Elizabeth , I wish it