I'm not expecting reviews. But if you will, then thank you. This came all of a sudden. It's not really that well written. Please tell me what you think. This is my first time in writing for Smallville, and writing a poem.
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By Celeste
Years deadened by years forgotten;
A ricochet from the path;
The path lay with hot gold bricks;
Shimmers at the suns rays
Tortures you while you walk
Burns your soles;
Burns your souls;
Makes it tough
Makes it numb
Until encased
Never more
Years revealed with the breath of life
Gleaming bricks made a bridge;
A bridge existing on its own
Living… made to live
Made to breathe
Made to cherish
Made for warmth.
And the breath made of hope was given…
And decided to stay
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12-20-02