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I have watched
As the silver greens of Springs past Give way to the gold of the Summers gone, The bronze of Autumn, I've seen Bow to the White of Winters As I've sat And waited for the fade of the light. I have wondered How it would feel to live with this who I am that I've been, to stand As witness to a cycle of eternal life and death What would I have done. I have lived With this open emptiness in my spirit An emptiness that through the changed colours Has grown, matured and Now is become greater than the spirit itself. |
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I have watched As the silver greens of Springs past Give way to the gold of the Summers gone, The bronze of Autumn, I've seen Bow to the White of Winters As I've sat And waited for the fade of the light. I have wondered How it would feel to live with this who I am that I've been, to stand As witness to a cycle of eternal life and death What would I have done. I have lived With this open emptiness in my spirit An emptiness that through the changed colours Has grown, matured and Now is become greater than the spirit itself. A beautiful piece. As once again, this cycle bursts another, forth. For even in the future, Breathing is it's worth. |
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Nice write Karpenter...
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Thank you kindly.
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I think thsts really good.
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Very Nice write
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very nice
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