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On The Line
I can hardly believe that you are leaving after all the places you have been, I can hardly believe that you are leaving to start a brand new season.
Winter is still hanging around and the ground hog is nowhere to be found, summer is cruising on the side and on wisdom we have to rely.
Where will you go next? the anxious voice come whispering in my ear, where will you go next ? the voices across the street shouts with curiosity as daylight moves around the city.
The city that was once standing strong, with mighty men of valor and structures that withstand every form of disaster are twisted and bend with man-made steels protruding out of their heels, and bits of concrete slabs holding it together to prevent it from falling apart; layers and layers of ruins lay bare on the ground and their dignities are buried underneath the rubble in mass graves.
They were ruthless men with bridle faces that seduce women of all races, they run from town to town and disguised themselves in women’s gown and at nights they sit around the fire with assault weapon in their hand and a big apparatus puffing smoke from the tube.
They disguise themselves in women’s frock and rob the people of all they have got and when they are in the mood they rampage the town and steal the young virgin gown.
I looked across the city and examine the lines and contemplate about the Seven Wonders of the World and the stories that are yet to be told.
The Pyramid of Ginza is waiting for a makeover and the great wall of China need a power wash to take you to the top. The Colosseum in Rome marks the spot where the gladiator fought to their death, the blood stains on the wall marks the spots where a hundred gladiators died in the battle for life.
Look between the lines and you will see what is thine, look between the inner and outer lines, the circumferences and the inner bend, there is a pivot at the side and this move should help you to completed the ride you will see that the plight of mankind destiny beneath the earth and a brand new town is emerging from the dirt its wealth is more than the stars in the sky and the vision has emerge from the ground and catapult in the town
Winter is holding on to springs and the summer is chiming in, they are holding each other’s hand and observing the beauty all over the land; none of them wants to leave the other and go, they both add great compliments to the magnificent show, but such is life when you want to roll the dice.
Winter will go away and the short spring will survive for a few more week, and summer will spread the heat and destiny will complete, walk close to the line.
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Christine Phillips
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