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Author Name: TrialAnn 3 Comments
Date Added: February 09, 2005 19:02:35 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Stepping Back From the Brink
Years of a lifetime were but a feeling,
When the wings
Found true loft,
No longer attached to the back,
Rather, the no nonsense instinctual yearn
For flight, just existed.

Circle, circle, circle--be.

Death bears no witness,
Harbors no judge
for these petty crimes we mourn
In our waking moments.
Religion was not waiting,
But everyone was there, welcoming.

Free-fall, free-fall, free-fall--freedom.

Mortal holdings seemed so trite
Hands reaching to hold fast,
Burdensome and primitive
In comparison
To the weightless feeling--
The surrounding aura of light.

Drift, drift, drift--timeless.

Returning was not the intention
To this place
I now recognize as hell.
But all that is mere drama now,
We do what we must do
For reasons not understandable at first.

Land, land, land--crash.

Each day I wait
Our paths shall cross
And my purpose will be known,
For there were but two words
Uttered by your sound, returning me...
‘Don’t go.’

Live, wait, know--purpose.

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Comment By: FreeA.P. on February 10, 2005 05:19:14 PM Report
very intriguing write...definetly thought provoking, and it puts into perspective certain things...goodbyes i guess...
nicely written, thanks for sharing
Comment By: PremiumLindaM on February 9, 2005 09:07:17 PM Report
This is a very thought-provoking piece Ann.
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on February 9, 2005 07:34:26 PM Report
ON LIFE, HEARTACHES AND LOVE<< Our paths shall cross
And my purpose will be known,
For there were but two words
Uttered by your sound, returning me...
‘Don’t go.’

Live, wait, know--purpose.


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