..from the pits of my imagination...part 2

[stevenparker]

this one i think needs a lot of work:

remembering...

Dedicated to the lost wind
lost o'er the blind and superficial
regretfully the black rose will never blend
remembered by only the special
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living missing for what once was
what is he, will never be
marching on to a lost cause
the poor soldier will never see.
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Skeletons clambering out from a time long past.
poking prodding feeling for a time lost
in a mind so vast
only time will tell if the pain shall pass
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the lost of the found
carried away on the forgotten wind.