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A Mystery:For First-Knight
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A Mystery:For First-Knight |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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A Mystery So poor is he who never felt the fierce and crucial blade Carve deep into his soul the wounds of life's most cruel charade Who never felt the hunger of the body or the soul Or knew a loss too great for his weary heart to hold So wealthy is the man who suffered silently at night And held his head in dignity in the day's unsparing light So rich is he who agonized with stature and esteem And in sorrow never abandoned his most exquisite dream So far he fell that he may now arise so far above So devistated was his heart, he now abounds in love So deep his well of sorrow, that his joy now overwhelms Where once his course uncharted, he now controls the healm So beautious now each moment, so simple every need So much like music every spoken word, so precious every deed The fact that sorrow could create such fortune to possess Is a mystery that life itself most likely won't confess Elizabeth Santos |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Another fine piece of poetry  ------------------ Alis volat propriis (She flies with her own wings) |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is wonderful! So much truth and beauty! ------------------ Denise |
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