| Open Poetry #17 |
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Quest |
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craigrk Member
since 2001-12-23
Posts 123
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Stranded, taking again nearly as many years, I retraced my life – connecting every silver hair that had fallen from my head – creating yet a new maze through the forest of my youth. Seizing Spring, renewed and reeling – the Machiavellian quest abscinds – the birds of then have strewn the way and coil gray threads through nests of lust. |
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since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Such is the quest as we mature in years... Like the way you said this...Thanx.. |
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