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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required All I see becomes part of my soul. Where are my arms to climb from this hole? I see so much beauty yet it all fades, The peace in my heart it always raids. I look at things different yet they seem the same, Sometimes I wonder am I in the same game? The more that you look the more things do change, Even the familiar, begins to feel strange. From every angle I catch a view, The old begins to seem like it’s the new. Planting new seeds in hope that something grows, But the seeds drift away as a gentle wind blows. Even the simplest presents a new side, Layer within layer the visions can hide. It’s like peeling an onion, no layer is alike, The journey before me seems like a long hike. Like going cross country it is up and then down, Silence is deafening though there isn’t a sound. Lost in the forest you fall deeper inside, No one seems left, to be by my side. I find myself walking but see no way out. The earth is parched , it looks like a drought. Battered and scorched by the light of the sun. All things must pass and then they become. Then the rain falls and life shall return. The fire once wild , can no longer burn. From out of the dust another can rise. In a different form and different size The wind starts to blow, the trees bow to me. Reminding me some things can never be. When they wither a new thing shall grow, It may even appear like you already know. Ashes to ashes, the wind scatters the dust, I don’t think I can go on but know I must. All that you once saw becomes brand new, The pieces together seem like a life stew.
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