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The trail of the dying sun

The trail of the dying sun told me of your tears and the west wind brought me your name The river spoke of all our fears the ocean felt the same The earth waits to receive your bones and your spirit be cradled by sky all we are is dust and thought dust and thought until we die

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Date: 6/9/2010 3:27:00 AM
Such an introspective write and it flowed beautifully, in my opinion--seems like you haven't written here in years though...thanks for the beautiful words--nikko :)
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