chibicandy01's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ode To Allie Winter Crisp'd By Candice Williams The winter crisp’d leaves of gray and hues the shade of black litter an unforgivable ground of waste laid amongst white snow as pure as the mark of light bye and by the sun. So, forgotten does this pile of leaves lay, like waste-they scourge in the midst of our yesterdays. And of tomorrow, we seldom have heard, a better outcome for the direction of our past faults. Poor leaves, did you know that you are of the yesterday? So, formidable in the scheme of design wherest once a tree stood tall proud mighty with leaves of green hues of every shade. Now, the cool bitter wind washes the shades away. Of our bitter sweet winter memories. Oh well, allie. This is just a passing reflection not a definite thought or such nonsense. I just wanted to express some of this....Best friends forever! okay, don't forget that. My neuroticism is a passing trend. Like the dropping of the leaves I will shed those bitter memories. And begin anew older, and wiser yet still your friend.
Winter Crisp'd By Candice Williams
"I raise my glass to the clever semblance, we've drawn a line, a sharp yet imaginary, obslete akin to a division in our lives. Sweet--is this crisp'd air of transitory reflection, a moment of thought that I find is lacking substantion. Why? I have yet to figure out the meaning of perfection, why our friendship borders on lingering memory. And the mocking refusal to aknowledge this idealistic rejection. Has it been this, are we conforming to the feelings of anger bitterness shaping, or literally marking every thought in our prescenses together or apart? Or is it more subtle like the ripple in a puddle that will ebb for a while until the rocking familiarity calms the water? " 1:24 p.m. - 2005-02-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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