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 Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 12:20 pm
A new age has emerged
With no land in site,
Ages I've flown upon the
Wings of a beating heart.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 5:52 pm
Many new generations,
and many dreams to set flight,
hope and passion,
but also hatred and spite.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 9:26 pm
A new age has emerged
With no land in site,
Ages I've flown upon the
Wings of a beating heart.
Many new generations,
and many dreams to set flight,
hope and passion,
but also hatred and spite.
So as i drift here
'bove the clouds
I search inward
beneath these shrouds.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 9:26 pm
Always grasping
what's out of reach
A leasson not learned
but one can teach.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 8:06 pm
The power of love
and that of hate
Can kill the beautiful dove
For it is said by Fate.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 10:43 pm
So as the feathers fall,
As these wings close
I draw a breath and quietly close
This silent prose...
(Can I end this here?)
((If not omit this post))
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