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Roads That Go Nowhere
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Roads That Go Nowhere |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
Pavement stretches for miles in endless series of criss-crossing puzzles that used to lead where man touched all of life with his Midas hands, dipped in wishes of oil and steel... covering, choking, filling a once vibrant soil springing with delicate plants, healing herbs, mighty trees and wildlife roaming free. Rusting carcasses of dead dreams now inhabit an inhospitable, forsaken world invaded, cornered, strangled, choked by the poisons of progress as defined by man's leadership and slavish obedience to lifeless rules. Ages have passed, and now behold! True tranquillity, untainted beauty blending in majestic harmony are found again upon the earth, scarred land, polluted air, decimated wildlife, healed, cleansed, free once more. Scents of wild flowers and newly formed leaves travel the breezes throughout the earth, announcing peace and wholesomeness to all that cares to listen. But of man who closed his heart to life's pain, no one is left to hear the news of earth's joyful renewal. |
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cody 2 Junior Member
since 2006-03-12
Posts 48london |
so true mans own intelligence might be his downfall, something to think on,nice work |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Smiling at this, as it is parallel to a dream I have had. And I'm wondering if you might join some of us in the prose section, for an untitled story-in-progress, recently started by Goldenrose? |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"But of man who closed his heart to life's pain, no one is left to hear the news of earth's joyful renewal." A searching work WindWalker. |
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