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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Inspiration from the Emptiness Statue by sculptor Albert Gyorgy the hole in my heart is ever growing and yet, even heavier it seems to be I wonder, is time ridiculing my knowing should this vessel regret its’ destiny the space life occupies, must be vacated so in hope life passes on its' DNA for all, the longest night moves on unabated as the sounds of tomorrow, confront their today I wandered, then walked with the light for a while the presence sustained me, I knew no fear I basked in the sunshine of a smile sampling delights of rarefied atmosphere but every journey, is full of fate it seems pathways cross, until some reach that place where today then steps out of their dreams and peace is found in a mirrors’ grace a man who was whole, said to me be true to the spirit of believing, in what love can bring if the beat of your heart, you let all view then shall all hear what humanity can sing but this vessel is now weary and aches an inside losing its’ verve and vitality seeing only a life of borrowing, that takes the soul away from songs of humanity history sees egos sourcing wars of wrath and the throng emptying all life from the sea who am I to rage against this chosen path I am increasingly invisible to the carefree and so here I sit, where I once stood tall alone with memories of what once was listening now for the longest night's call but knowing I danced with the just because
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