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apachechief
Ireland
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 Posted - Aug 26 2010 : 12:39:57 PM
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The cold night
The cold night welcomes the stars,
each journeying through time.
In their light, they are fading,
and as I see them, they are never
as they were,
but just a reflection,
a memory of the night sky.
I live my life not as I am,
but as I was,
a projection of memories,
playing in the light of faraway places,
leaving imprints, worn like stones,
shaped by water and time;
and only nature knows what I am becoming.
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Sparkle
Ireland
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Posted - Aug 26 2010 : 1:18:47 PM
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Nice one Apache
I like the last line:
"and only nature knows what I am becoming."
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