The Endless Search

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    The Endless Search

    We wonder on through this life

    Enduring horendus pain and strife

    Looking to the stars up high

    To give us the answers by and by

    We stray around in our mind

    Hoping there is sense to find

    All the heartache and all the pain

    And we only have ourselves to blame

    If we would notice the beautiful things

    That each new day trys to bring

    We would suffer so much less

    And be overwelmed with happiness

    Chyanna Optional Walters

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    crimsonblade86 commented on The Endless Search

    09-03-2009

    very lovely and interesting, as i read it i could see myself walking through the woods. so thanks for the vision.
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    Bwyn commented on The Endless Search

    04-05-2009

    Beautiful and so true:)
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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