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Carnival of Words

By Mel Trent

I travel a frozen
tundra searching for
fulfillment in bright
fires that pale
the closer I get
I hear no language
that I would call
my own and move
on disheartened in
bleak grey light
wandering eyes and fading
faces follow me
as I go
searching for the
feel the taste the
spark hidden deep
inside someone?s piece of soul

Article © Mel Trent. All rights reserved.
Published on 2008-12-08
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