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Post by Char on Oct 23, 2008 22:33:09 GMT -6
Thought's
Thought's....flash as blades...gliding over the ice....
Random...sharp...circles..crisscrossing so fast..
Plunging like swords...between marrow and bone...
Rising like arrows...swift to their home....
There is no pattern...no form can be found...
Like the wind plays with leaves...dead on the ground..
So deep hidden thought's ....have a life of their own...
Nothing is gained as these pale shadows groan...
As the Maypole's fine colours...interweave ... and entwine...
Thought's make a pattern...unique...not unkind...
To show things which happen or' the passage of time...
Nothing is lost or wasted...it seems....
Thought's are a lifetime...a life time of dreams...
Some warm...some embracing...some to hold tight...
Holding and hugging deep down in the heart...
Thought's are reminders of all that has been...
A Rainbow embracing ...things now unseen...
Author. June Bergsma '08
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