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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Why fear a future not foreseeable? Would this question that doubts abrade, remain unanswered without curiosity? I'd be left with a regret as insurmountable as guilt itself: what gains would I have made, if I had held back and ignored this possibility? A long time ago, happiness was abundant not letting shadows loom, and time seemed an eternity held into my grasp before tragedy befell; I had no doubtful thoughts or gloomy prophecies foretelling doom... or pondered about a catastrophe and be afraid of it: all was well. They should have seen me running through fields of poppies and dandelions overlooked by chestnut trees and with excited eyes and tanned cheeks... I searched for a stream to quench my thirst! There, atop the Paternio Mountain, cliffs plunge into the picturesque valley below...any soul would be amazed and not expunge this sight from the awesomeness of the boulders! There, nobody thinks of mundane things while taking a stroll, but admire that wild rose lulled to sleep by blades of grass! Would anybody pick it and let its loveliness vanish from the meadow's vastness? Whom this beautiful rose will be tempting: that lover driving back home who thinks of his darling? Why fear a future which hasn't come yet? Does the suffering of others make me reflect on middle life? Can I forget my share of sorrows? Do I realize that my errors were paramount? Ah, time is too swift in its conquest of days! I mourn my defeats and not take into account the delight of my little triumphs that are imprinted on my thumbs! Written on 5/19/ 2018 Theme: Over the hill and far away Entered in Broken Wings contest, “ Let Your Pen Drip “
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