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Echoes

Echoing riddles That never end All I've seen Never makes sense to me Trees of endless shades Fields of silver Secrets whispered in newborn ears Human fears Regurgitated upon broken years A life uncommon feels so near.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 8/16/2009 1:36:00 PM
Good expressions of the inner self, the soul is the poet. Sincerely Moses
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