Taken
Passing through this door to another,Watching my past fade away,
Into a halo of gray.
Looking at the movie,
I never wanted to be,
Only leading me through one more flame.
We watch our innocence go,
Into the finallity of the longstanding.
Taken
Passing through this door to another,Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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