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The Stranger |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
Autumn came too early: one storm followed another and leaves began drifting silently in the cold wind. The sun peered meekly through denuded branches casting uncertain shadows upon the twisted mat of flattened Autumn grasses. On a lonely stretch of road I passed a tired soul: I turned back to look, and when he turned his face in the faint light I saw that he was me. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This captivating poem makes me ponder, as all of your excellent work. You saw yourself in another soul, because you are aware that we are all One ... or you contemplated your ego, seeing it as a "stranger" from the point of view of your higher self. (or viceversa) Love, Margherita |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
a reflection of yourself can be so enlightening.  very much enjoyed."too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
WOW!! It's strange how sometimes we realize that our contemplation brings us back to our own beginnings....to look within often gives us the most insight...Well said, my friend...*big hugs* |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
I read this poem three times and with each read through, I gained a deeper appreciation of it!  EA |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
reflecting on oneself can be so very enlightening. Nicely done. |
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