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**CiccoineFed** · 06-29-2006, 07:00 AM

Thankyou Jacynth-san,
your comments are much appreciated.
Her is the next installment of the poem:

I, the lost kendoka,
Entered dojo small,
looked into his sparkling eyes,
and bled inside,
knowing that i could never tell,
would never tell,
he could never know,
may nerver know,
how i bleed.

But maybe one day,
he shall give me courage,
and he shall know,
the truth.

06-29-2006, 07:00 AM	#27
CiccoineFed Join Date Oct 2005 Posts 536 Senior Member	Thankyou Jacynth-san, your comments are much appreciated. Her is the next installment of the poem: I, the lost kendoka, Entered dojo small, looked into his sparkling eyes, and bled inside, knowing that i could never tell, would never tell, he could never know, may nerver know, how i bleed. But maybe one day, he shall give me courage, and he shall know, the truth.
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