SilverRose Posted December 11, 2007 Report Share Posted December 11, 2007 It happens to everyone, so I've heardand lately have seen much proofthe days drawing shorter, nearing a closethe calendar with fewer and fewer pages.I have no concern for childish fantasiesage-old myth or comfort-dreamsonly the preservation As I Amuntil the final flame.Do not plant me in this groundforeign, cold to my senseswhere there's been no seeds to my lifenor any truth of living-Take instead As I Amwith only one fear remainingthat when some day becomes the nightwith nothing left but longingMy thought will be of the many yearsfull, yet somehow lackingthe one essential golden threadits absence clear to no one but me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qryos Posted December 11, 2007 Report Share Posted December 11, 2007 ~ Hmmm... That echoes. Thank you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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