Everlasting
All that was before me,
all that is to come.
What will remain
when my day is done?
An echo of influence…,
a whisper on the winds
of dynamic becoming.
Echoing into
the vaults of eternity.
When all that I am
is covered over.
Everlasting
All that was before me,
all that is to come.
What will remain
when my day is done?
An echo of influence…,
a whisper on the winds
of dynamic becoming.
Echoing into
the vaults of eternity.
When all that I am
is covered over.
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07-07-2009
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06-30-2009
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06-09-2009
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06-08-2009
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06-05-2009
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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Revelation | 0 | 07/27/2009 |
Event in Time | 4 | 06/04/2009 |
Everlasting | 6 | 06/03/2009 |
An Atom to a Star | 6 | 07/29/2009 |
Explorer | 6 | 06/03/2009 |
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