Unchosen
I began my day in complete dismay, the chosen weren't there, to do or dare. In angst I chose two paths,the wrong one ended,... when friends betray.
Unchosen
combatrider commented on Unchosen
07-02-2009
combatrider commented on Unchosen
07-02-2009
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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Unchosen | 2 | 11/19/2008 |
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