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Time
Jun 23, 2003 22:26:34 GMT -5
Post by Archagon on Jun 23, 2003 22:26:34 GMT -5
Time is a wind That blows a river of illusion south Beneath a sky of thoughts beyond our reach.
It is our blood; It races through our veins Against the torrent of our impending doom.
Time lives beneath a rock... One which a child lifts To catch a narrow glimpse of worlds beneath its shadow.
But as a river brings along its flow The remenants of murdered pride Time drags along its glide a world of sorrow to uphold...
And with its decemating glance Time shall consume us all.
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Time
Jun 23, 2003 22:40:04 GMT -5
Post by BlueDolphin on Jun 23, 2003 22:40:04 GMT -5
good poem and very truthful
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Time
Jun 23, 2003 22:45:21 GMT -5
Post by Archagon on Jun 23, 2003 22:45:21 GMT -5
Thanks! ;D
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