Published November 24, 2009
The count grew
Even as few went away
All of us cordially invited
I must have surely miscounted each
like illimitable strands of hay
We quietly wait, the order
of the magistrate- Speak
For finally the Judge returns to me
My fate
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I like it, i really like the way it sound when read out loud to.
Hey!
fate is an overused subject in writing, and i think using alternatives like "conscience" (random example- couldnt think of many 
) make a piece sound more genuine.
I really like this-- its one of those poems where you dont understand every phrase, but you can link the overall message to something in your mind. Its very clever
Just one thing-- i noticed you managed to steer clear of cliches rather well...until the last line :S. I dont know- maybe it fits, but i hate cliches so i always pickk them out
Really nice piece
Ella
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