I walk upon the stones of reality..
To look within the eyes of my own death...
I travel with the footsteps of shadows..
Some will devour the blood within my flesh...
I am a mere handful of dust...
I shall cover the lips of the mute...
The world will overflow with silence...
Yet blossom from the beauty of my heart...
I will tiptoe into the dreams of many...
I will dance in harmony with the visions of lovers..
The clouds of the past dwell before me...
The dust from my pearls... whisper to me...
I was born... a petal of a rose...
I die....a shadow of memory...
A breath of happiness shall nourish my thirst...
Yet the dust of life covers my soul....
The light turns to shadows...
Tears...only tears...
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Written September 12th, 2002
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this is like being everywhere at once
captured such an essence perfectly -
don't touch it!
Oh what a sad write...passing round the kleenex now!!! a sad and painful write...~~~GILL~~~ -
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ty nam and Manic... -
excellent
Wow... very powerful stuff, painful and sad. Excellent write :-) -
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here, take my hanky.
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Nam
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