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symphony_of_thoughts Member
since 2003-08-03
Posts 95Somewhere |
Walking along the edge, Sometimes too close, But sometimes too far. I look over the edge and can't see, The bottom or the top, Trapped in ecstasy, Ready to crumble. My only way out, Sandwiched between, The small challenges, Of the day to day, War. I wait for the wings of birds, To carry me off upon the sun, So I may stay in this place, But move beyond the thin, Walkway, Suspended upon The sky where I live And where I live to live Till the end where I cease. |
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Shereen Member
since 2004-01-05
Posts 57Michigan, USA |
I can relate to this and I truly hope the wings of liberation are close. Well done, indeed. Shereen. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you know I understand totally! |
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