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
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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In Death | 2 | 08/21/2010 |
Conscious Sun | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
The Question | 1 | 07/29/2009 |
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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