In The Mist
The whispering wind blows
eternal through the sky
of the the moon, stars and the sun
Time is ticking off
as my brain sends vast electrical signals
awaking my senses that have drifted
to the other world and back
Letting go of who had actually been my true love
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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| Am I blocked from chatting? | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
| In The Mist | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
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