if this age go out in a bang and tomorrow make no sound the last thought of what took place and how loud the howl of the shattering break of dawn awaking disease of grief and sorrow soul flicker to burn once more to gasp and clasps on to fleeing light of life as fleeting trice pass in time to enter Earth's core peering into a peephole in a lock door keys hung to unlatch dark chambers to set free cold aspirated spirit songs singing air of love to the giver of such gift of none given old tomorrow had been deathly still
The Immortal Wize
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Low Sky
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mlowe5 says: And yet, here we are, perpendicular, verticle beneath the "low sky", standing at the door of tomorrow's tomorrow. Thanks for the share. Nice. Peace and Love. |
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