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let your words flow softly
lay them gently on angels wing echoes of their angelic song as their flight doth message bring oh hear the words of heaven captured in winters breeze sent with but a whisper their meaning my heart doth seize just a quick thought... wrote it sitting here mind racing ... contemplating life... living in a daydream... or an illusion of an existence which never was... are we but a thought in the mind of a greater being ... an undecided project that changes as do our lives.... until that final moment .... when our death in this world is our actual beginning. oh how the minutes tick away seconds fill them overflowing as hours pass us by soft and gentle sigh but why do we cling to who we were how it used to be or live a moment as it comes just wait and we will see better still... the fight to become... but what of destiny... an unknown future ... battle on ... yet tiss but wasted war... do we dare hope for more.... who commands these waves crashing upon our shore yes my mind races on..... questions to be asked ...yet to whom.... answers to be found.... not knowing where to look.... our curiosity bound.... contained with only hope.... hope of a brighter day... when words flow so freely ... we live the questions and become the answers we have sought .... realizing ourselves we fought and now .... I breathe.... I take a breath and calm my wayward mind.... hoping pleasure in my thoughts ... You did find |
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I really like this
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let your words flow softly lay them gently on angels wing echoes of their angelic song as their flight doth message bring oh hear the words of heaven captured in winters breeze sent with but a whisper their meaning my heart doth seize just a quick thought... wrote it sitting here mind racing ... contemplating life... living in a daydream... or an illusion of an existence which never was... are we but a thought in the mind of a greater being ... an undecided project that changes as do our lives.... until that final moment .... when our death in this world is our actual beginning. oh how the minutes tick away seconds fill them overflowing as hours pass us by soft and gentle sigh but why do we cling to who we were how it used to be or live a moment as it comes just wait and we will see better still... the fight to become... but what of destiny... an unknown future ... battle on ... yet tiss but wasted war... do we dare hope for more.... who commands these waves crashing upon our shore yes my mind races on..... questions to be asked ...yet to whom.... answers to be found.... not knowing where to look.... our curiosity bound.... contained with only hope.... hope of a brighter day... when words flow so freely ... we live the questions and become the answers we have sought .... realizing ourselves we fought and now .... I breathe.... I take a breath and calm my wayward mind.... hoping pleasure in my thoughts ... You did find Welcome Beached Upon the shore a sandy gaze as outward we will cast, just a rose has washed and stays from drifting to the vast. The heart is stayed upon this ground though temporal and shifting, disappearing sees once more the sky as upward lifting. Take heart to know as many drink the hope you do send, knowing whence it cometh, a brother closer friend. The beauty from this single bud lying in the sand is knowing that it is here because it was the plan. Raine Les 5/16/2009 |
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Thank you all for the replies. I would love to say I appreciate that others enjoy my writings ... yet some of them come from a source deeper than even I understand.
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