Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The Lost Woods Comments

Rating: 5.0

Wandering through the oak tunnels, looking for a sign.
Seeking out an old friend, they call the hero of time.
They say the children shouldn't leave the forest, but I just have to know.
Before you were the hero of time you were my friend, I need you, were did you go?
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Jazib Kamalvi 26 April 2017

It is the story of everyone. Thanks

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Kim Barney 26 April 2017

Reminds me of some old friends that I haven't seen for years and may never see again. Thanks for sharing this poem, and welcome to Poem Hunter!

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Cameron Lee 26 April 2017

Thank you, glad you enjoyed it.

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