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Cut By The Knife

I am young
I am old
I am soft
I am bold
I can laugh
I can cry
I can quit
Still, I can try
Days they pass
Turn to night
Then come dreams
Lost in flight
Can't change the world
Can't stop the rain
But if I could
I would end all of the pain
For I am one
In all that exist
Throughout the years
Throughout the mist
Yet here comes my chance
Or so goes my life
Caught by the windmill....
....Cut by the knife ~

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 6/24/2014 2:53:00 PM
I have 'been there,' 'done that,' and got the tee shirt. Too bad it was just to big for me. So any times I have gotten the chance only to be torn apart by my windmills. I wish someone will stop the bloody thing. Not as dark as one would imagine, or I'm I mistaken? Nice job.
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Date: 6/24/2014 2:42:00 PM
This poem says so much.Sometimes We need to look up above the clouds to see the stars..and count our blessings which heal our pains.Going to my favourites John-Charma
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Date: 6/24/2014 1:32:00 PM
Moving and a little bit dark...I enjoyed reading.
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