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14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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:: Rainbows and Waterfalls ::

I ran the tip of my fingers along the skin
And felt the contours of the lost world
There is no sound, or maybe there is
the breath of a distant thunder?
Lips locked, I explored the caves
For the ancient treasure
Alas there was no gold but
Only a wholesome sensation
Of less, yet more
Of empty, yet full
I marked my path
And edged forward
The jungle hides fantasies
That lure and scare
But of course the highest point
Must be the colours across the skies
So I followed the rainbow
And at last found the waterfall

And I was very much alive
In the land of the dead.

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actually i am describing the protagonist who's very much alive, with heightened senses in the land of the dead, ie, graveyard, or a place that houses the dead.

hence the contrast.

Yeah makes alot of sense when u are the only one alive among the dead, i get that. But what's your intention? I mean after describing all the wonderful sensations, you suddenly reveal that the subject is in the land of the dead. Feels so singular, almost alone. Somehow i feel i've misintepretated the whole poem -.-

care to shed some light?

maybe it was because i was literally alive in the land of the dead?

*looking serious*

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