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Contributed by
vincy
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Friday, 13th June 2003 @ 08:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Something is burning
without flames
somebody must be
playing games.
Ashes turning
into dust
invisible dreams
beneath the crust
Birds are singing
so we must
hear the whispers
of the past
find new meaning
in ancient trust
Time is burning
here at last
life is changing
changing fast.
Copyright ©
vincy
... [
2003-06-13 20:35:00]
(Date/Time posted on
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Re: Display
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by Ilhar on
Friday, 13th June 2003 @ 08:57:28 PM AEST
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very good write
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Re: Display
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by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Saturday, 14th June 2003 @ 11:48:51 PM AEST
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Good write.....food for thought...
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