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Falling a Drift

falling a drift like the person of long ago the person that time turned into thee falling a drift like the detatchment of old fur of a shaggy dog untame slowly turning into the lion with such wild mane falling a drift like dust particals floating in the presence of the raging sun the move is good, you see for fading into the background opens up new possibiiltes shut the curtian of what was and stand heart of currage to shine as new for the old had a purpose as did the wind that silently blew without the sheddng of past there can be no gains for your tired old aches to grasp so take pride in all that was created for time is inevitable and precipitated Written by Sarah Linklater

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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