Qryos Posted February 20, 2008 Report Share Posted February 20, 2008 There's always iron grey skies that hover and constrain What? What ever you contain that slip past your silent sighs. There's always that steely shore to coldly keep at bay Why? Why is it every day you find something to abhore. There's gold deep within your mind it shimmers bright within When? When will you then begin To forge the path you refined. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Call me Flower Posted February 21, 2008 Report Share Posted February 21, 2008 Thought provoking. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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