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Life
Contributed by
Estranged-Thespian
on
Saturday, 31st December 2005 @ 04:21:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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As I walk, my armor grows,
My sword grows sharp with time.
My mind takes in the reason
As my soul takes in the rhyme.
I see as many endings
As I see things begin.
No use to try escaping,
Though we all can get the whim.
From birth to death we travel
Faster than we know
And though we think weve seen it all,
Theres still some place to go.
Though our fabric may unravel,
We always have the twine
To repair where were broken
And strengthen where were fine.
But soon, the end will come
As we fight when we cant win
And our life will start to end
Yet another will begin.
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Re: Life
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by sararose1950 on
Saturday, 31st December 2005 @ 06:42:16 PM AEST
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I really loved this! the stanza:
"Though our fabric may unravel,
We always have the twine
To repair where we’re broken
And strengthen where we’re fine"
amazing way of looking at life. Inspirational!
Peace and Light
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