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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

 

Part II
2004-11-21 - 4:56 p.m.
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Part II
Ye of little faith
Reach into your memory
Think back to before;
Before you were you
Do you remember
Who you were? or
What you were then?
Part the memories
Like ocean water in your mind
Struggle, my dear and you shall find
The time before your time.
Oh ye of little faith
Do you not believe?
Search deep into your heart
And you shall find
The past before your past.

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