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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Dust to Dust
2004-12-01 - 5:08 p.m.
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What was here, is now gone

Dare not, my sweet, linger on

Days have passed, dust to dust

The end of my journey is a must.

What is to become of me, once so free of fear

Plead not, your case, to fall on deaf ears

Years have gone, and so have I

Once again I struggle beyond the lies.

What is to come, but a twinkle in thine eye

See not, my dear, what you have rendered with a sigh

Loves have spent, and so now carry on

Denying that which needs to be remembered all along.

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave