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,When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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