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Winter Wonderland |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
It's dark. That's the place we used to live in comfort then. Up there is where I used to be. I thought you said it was easier now, back when I was a lad, in arms of protection. It's cold. What thing is that that stands above the frozen world? That, my dear, is a sculpture of nature, a pinnacle, jutting toward the sky, threatening to take the dignity from God. Look down, and see the shining sun upon the ice. What do you see below your feet? My face I stand on my face, with its smile as it looks toward the future. Dawn 'Tis of a new day I speak with joy and you will listen. It's true, you're fine, we care we love you boy. What is it? Fear? You've been taught well I see... From whence do your ideas flow, from wrote? From mind? From mother or father or musics note? Your mother is a teacher and I a firm believer that you don't see the truth in me but only that which taught her. "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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