The World Ends With You
At the beginning there's nothinglife runs its long course
horizons expanded
trancended
paths crossed and crossed again
the trail grows cold
the path ends
the horizon closes with a fine light
the world ends with you
The World Ends With You
At the beginning there's nothinglillyrain commented on The World Ends With You
05-23-2009
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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