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The Summer breeze was just like any other
The Summer breeze was just like any other
But we were blown in another direction
But we were blown in another direction
Another direction was the Summer breeze,
we were blown just like any other.


Maybe a coincidence; or a twist of fate
Maybe a coincidence; or a twist of fate
The entire world flipped around due to seven simple digits
The entire world flipped around due to seven simple digits
Maybe the entire twist of fate flipped around due to the
world of seven simple digits.


Each moment progressed by chance, there was no explanation
Each moment progressed by chance, there was no explanation
The most golden of love derives from the unknown
The most golden of love derives from the unknown
Progressed each chance by the moment,
no explanation was there, of unknown love derives from the most golden.


The hardest things to believe are the immortal things that pull you in by chance
The hardest things to believe are the immortal things that pull you in by chance
For, what makes you turn left when you intended to go right?
For, what makes you turn left when you intended to go right?
What are the hardest things for you to believe?
The immortal turn by chance that makes you pull right when you intended to go left.


Each Summer was just like any other but the breeze was blown in another direction.
Maybe the entire world progressed by chance but we were intended by a pull; the twist of fate.
The seven digits flipped the world around to the unknown.
There was no explanation for the moment that flipped you to the left turn; simple twist by chance.
The most golden of love makes you believe the immortal coincidence that progressed from a right turn.
Each moment of chance makes the hardest things to believe, coincidence.
Maybe love derives from chance or another direction of fate.
For what immortal things pull you in left when you intended to go right?
Just like the Summer breeze, we are blown around into the unknown-
Due to seven simple digits.


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The following comments are for "Seven Simple Digits"
by MenPrefrBrunets

One complex poem
Far out. How long did it take you to put this piece togeather? I've never read any poetry like this before and it's cool. Do you often write in this style or is it an experimental piece?

Emlyn

( Posted by: Emlyn [Member] On: January 29, 2005 )

Thank you..
It's actually called a paradelle. I have written a couple, I love how they end up sounding because the sentences don't always make sense but you sort of just understand them anyway. Thanks a bunch for the compliment :-)

( Posted by: MenPrefrBrunets [Member] On: January 29, 2005 )





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