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the seeds of time have sown themselves
to be barren, rise to nothing,only
bleakness of lonely nights
they curl the edges of my soul,
what has gone, and been
has no poignancy to its meaning
left no mark upon my heart
I gave only that which was of mine to give
this is my history,
for now there is not one to hear
then there can be no glory.
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Re: seeds
Wed, June 3, 2009 - 11:03 PMwow.. we hear u.. !
beautifully written...
