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lenny Member
since 1999-07-11
Posts 63front royal, va. u.s.a. |
We walk our paths, play our roles Sometimes touching, making contact With each other, with ourselves But mostly not. And swept along in times tide We grasp for something solid, lasting But youth fades, strength wanes, beauty flees Familiars pass, and we are left Alone With ourself The stranger we passed in the night Never took the time to know. Mirrors return our empty gazes Hollow eyes stare blankly into the emptiness That is their own reflection Yearning, straining to recognize Something, anything Of immutable worth Why, where, when, how Did it come to this? |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I like this, esp. the part "familiars pass" as you touch not only on the real world, but the nether world as well. I am looking forward to more postings. ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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