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posted by: James (reply) post date: 06.18.04 (4:05 am) I have no idea why, but I can't read your poem without thinking about Sting's "Fortress Around Your Heart": Under the ruins of a walled city Crumbling towers and beams of yellow light No flags of truce, no cries of pity The siege guns had been pounding all through the night It took a day to build the city We walked through its streets in the afternoon As I returned across the field's I'd known I recognized the walls that I once made I had to stop in my tracks for fear Of walking on the mines I'd laid And if I built this fortress around your heart Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire Then let me build a bridge For I cannot fill the chasm And let me set the battlements on fire Then I went off to fight some battle That I'd invented inside my head Away so long for years and years You probably thought or even wished that I was dead While the armies are all sleeping Beneath the tattered flag we'd made I had to stop in my track for fear Of walking on the mines I'd laid And if I built this fortress around your heart Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire Then let me build a bridge For I cannot fill the chasm And let me set the battlements on fire This prison has now become your home A sentence you seem prepared to pay It took a day to build the city We walked through its streets in the afternoon As I returned across the fields where I'd once played I had to stop in my tracks for fear Of walking on the mines I'd laid And if I built this fortress around your heart Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire Then let me build a bridge For I cannot fill the chasm And let me set the battlements on fire I like the color and picture changes as well. posted by: SNEEVIL (reply) post date: 06.18.04 (5:07 am) Thanks. posted by: JmcV (reply) post date: 06.18.04 (7:48 am) I like the poem. Why is sneevil feeling bummed? |
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